Because of the gloomy weather, it was getting darker than usual.

It's quiet around.

Except for the sound of boiling tea in the house, the whole world fell silent. It's the kind of dead silence that the storm is coming.

After Cuihan finished speaking, she stood by the wide open door, looking at the black sky outside the room, and the red candles burning silently in the red silk lantern.

Cheng Hao sat on the chair opposite me, looking at the curling steam, his face solemn, as if he was immersed in some memory.

I know that in his life, there must be a past, and I don't want to mention it, and I don't dare to mention it, and when I touch it, it will hurt like tearing the flesh of the belt.

These are the things I've never ......

"The Lonely Girl in the Troubled Times" Chapter 124 The same root is too anxious He is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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