Forgive Me

City: Nonentity He sat in the corner of the bar by the window, with an ashtray full of cigarette butts to his left. He pulled out another one. Ignite. Exhales faint gray smoke rings. He leaned forward, holding a thin white cigarette stem between his slender fingers, "Yi Qian. Ever since you were a child, you have really been unable to compare with Qiao tide in everything. But there is one thing, you are better than her." The woman sitting opposite suddenly froze. Amidst the interplay of lights and shadows of various colors, an imperceptible dark light flashed across her eyes, but there was no trace to be found. A sarcastic smile appeared on his lips, "That's cruel." *** *** *** *** *** *** The heroine of this article is not a kind person. This article is hypocritical. Bloody shit. Noob. If you don't like it, don't enter.