There were a few tin cans and sugar cups scattered on the dining table, and a dozen clean empty cups, both Chinese and Western, hung on the cup holders beside them. But there was a jade-colored tea bowl. The tea inside was already cold. There were rouge stains on the rim of the cup. Liu Zhangjun turned his head and looked at it. There was also a red mark like a crescent moon inside.
With so many thoughts in his mind, Liu Zhangjun picked up the cup of cold tea by some strange coincidence. I want to live in a good place, but I haven't arrived at the empty house yet, and the cold fragrance cries at dawn. She took a sip, her throat felt cold.
Intention: It's better to be a younger sister