A noble, gentle and self-destructive violinist is attacked by a narcissistic and sexy man with a black fist attack
Chen Wenye and Song Hu were strangers to each other before their death, but they formed a bad relationship after their death.
The good news is that you are rich. The bad news is that it has already cooled down.
Did you really break yourself halfway while conquering the enemy? Just bend it, I can afford it, but it has to be the one above. Chen Wenye is confident and conceited.
"Hey, Bai Mao, you always look like a ghost. Am I the dead person or you?"
Song Lu remained calm; "Whatever you think, remember to close the window. If you are cooking noodles, please pick out onions, ginger, and garlic for my share." Then he closed the door and practiced violin.
Song Lu stood behind the door. There was no movement. He could only feel the beating of his heart silently. He didn't listen to the command, and it kept beating...
"My friend is the violin, my idol is my mother, and my lover," Song Lu was silent. How should she explain it? "I seem to have fallen in love with a male ghost who died because of me."
Purpose: Live a good life for me