The lights are on.

The neon lights on the rows of buildings lining the streets began to flicker, emitting a brilliant and unpredictable light, and they looked with disdain at the busy flow of people beneath their feet, watching with disdain as they were playing a game called ambiguity with a cheap seductive gambling device.

Once again, I felt the wetness in my eyes and the soreness in my heart.

The sad orange broke Ye Qian's heart at the same time, but also broke my heart.

In the sourness, I seemed to see Ye Qian constantly stroking the orange in her hand, whispering to it, with a tearful smile on her face.

"If I were an orange," Ye Qian's voice came faintly, "what do you want to say to me."

"If You Love Me, Please Be in Beijing" Chapter 398 Just Burst Love into Rice Hit by Hand, Please Wait a Moment,

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