Song Qing'an leaned on the edge of the couch, sorting out his chaotic thoughts.

Everything on a rainy night was like a dream, and all of them came to her with a strong sense of inauthenticity.

But it's true that it's partial......

Song Qing'an closed his eyes, and his eyebrows were dyed with sadness.

How did it get there...... What about such a field?

She just wanted to ask for peace of mind......

Song Qingan bit the tip of her tongue, but the dull pain didn't make her sober up a little.

She held her hand on the edge of the couch

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