There was silence. There was no sound in Nuo Da's office. It was eerily quiet. He raised his head and looked at her distressedly. Under the neat bangs, a pair of large, delicate eyes like a doll constantly shed transparent liquid.
Tears fell silently. The cold rain touched my fingertips, making them numb. Zhao Anqi squatted in the corner, with an anxious and frightened look on her face. For the first time, I got lost in this strange city. The surroundings were dark, and on the left was an alley that seemed to have no end and stretched toward somewhere. Only Zhao Lingling knew that there was another world at the end of the alley...