The early spring sun shines on everyone's face in the city, the horn of the car plays a symphony, the traffic lights flicker regularly, pedestrians walk across the zebra crossing, the old woman who sells breakfast opens the freshly boiled pot of red date and lotus seed porridge, and hands it to the office workers lined up in front of her......

This is the truest portrayal of the world, plain and true, every story writes a beautiful chapter of the city, and everyone is ...... in the story

"I Thought You Wouldn't Love Me" Chapter 114 What's Wrong It's a hand-hit, please wait a moment,

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