Qian Fengyu, if it weren't for you, what would this city have to do with me? Remember, I no longer want to have anything to do with this city. I hate this city and the hypocritical men in this city!
He remembered that night again, her lonely and stubborn back in the night. He watched her gradually walk away until she was no longer seen. At the street corner, a gust of wind blew, and he was fascinated. When he opened his eyes and looked again, he had the illusion that it was like a world away. Qian Fengyu told himself that it was the wind that blew away the time they wanted to meet...
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