From the perspective of Nangong, the roof of the Dongfang Building at this moment seems to be hung with a bright but bright ancient moon. The surface of the ancient moon is incomplete, deep and shallow, and the light and darkness reflect each other. This is a scene that Nangong has always liked very much. In Nangong's heart, nothing is perfect. Only incomplete and imperfect things are worth appreciating.
Red Can is the only one.
"Hong Can, you're here, do you want to listen to me play the piano?" Tenderness belongs only to you, Nangong thought.
Nangong gently stroked Hong Can's cool black hair and gently tangled the ends of the hair into a circle, "Hong Can, can I do this?"
"Hong Can, even if I love you, can't I be with you?" Nangong muttered to himself just looking at you like this.
Nangong smiled and said, "Hong Can, you are the most shameful woman I have ever seen."
"Hongcan, do you think I still love you?" Nangong gently touched Hongcan's flawless face and whispered in Hongcan's ear.