When Fan west woke up the next day, he touched his phone and saw the WeChat prompt. He clicked on it and it was from Jiang Cheng. Fan west covered his forehead with his left hand. The older he got, the more capable he became. Last night, he coaxed her to open the door and secretly unlocked his phone and added WeChat in the middle of the night. What on earth did he want to do with her?
The bed is soft and the person is fluttering, that's what Jiang Cheng sent.
If you forget about the future, what you lose is the present.
The idea: Birth, not death, is the unbearable loss.