The evening wind blows, carrying the summer tide.

Nan Chi suddenly felt that his breathing was a little difficult, his chest was heavy, and he was stuffy and uncomfortable.

It's also a bit sour.

After all, I relented.

"Where's your car?"

Zhou Wanqiao was stunned, pointed to the red locomotive not far away and said, "There." ”

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