New York, three o'clock in the morning.

"Nono, don't go ......"

The blurred eyes slowly opened, and the unfocused vision gradually became clear, until the familiar scenery aroused reason.

Su Nuo looked at the ceiling in a daze, a mist floated in her eyes, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes into her sideburns, but she looked at it as if she didn't feel anything, just with her eyes wide open.

It was night, the lights were on, the room was dark, and Su Nuo looked at the roof through the thick darkness.

After a long time, Su Nuo got up from the bed, slid on the carpet, reached out and took out the cigarette case from the bedside table, skillfully pulled out a cigarette in his mouth, and his slender fingers slid over the wheel of the lighter, making a "poof" sound. Su Nuo lowered his head and approached the spark to light the cigarette in his mouth.

It is often said that there is no woman who smokes without being injured.

Su Nuo chuckled, squinting his eyes and exhaling a smoke ring. Wounded...... Wounded...... Su Nuo laughed too presumptuously, tears came out of his eyes, it's so funny, isn't it? You can't protect your own heart, so how can you blame others for hurting it?

Right, Ah...... Spread out......

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