Lan Lan pushed open the door of his bedroom, a faint fragrance came into his nose, the items in the room were placed very neatly, Lan Lan touched his dressing table, the neat desktop was spotless, it seemed that Lan Qing usually cleaned up this room.

The smell in the room was the perfume that Lan Lan often used, a fresh lavender scent, and Lan Qing occasionally sprayed some to miss Lan Lan.

Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar bedroom, Lan Lan's heart seemed to be touched. Instead of going to bed, she sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, looking at the sky outside.

The brightly lit streets are shimmering,......

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