She was so angry that she couldn't tell the difference between east, west, east and west. She dragged her suitcase around like a blind fly for a long time, then returned to the lobby and circled around the second floor. He happened to go around behind Ling Xiang. I saw him leaning back on the sofa, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, and moving his lips as if calling someone's name, but made no sound.
She turned around and leaned her back against the wall, feeling suddenly sad.
Han Ruo, Han Ruo, what kind of stories have you had?
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