The evening breeze of the spring night hits, carrying the voices of people in the food stalls, noisy and chaotic.

The smoke of the barbecue mixes with the smell of alcohol, and everything under the lights seems less real.

Qin Lingzhu stood there, his expression was serious, and his posture was square, which seemed incompatible with this place.

He himself seemed to be unaware, focusing only on the two people on the small table in front of him.

Qin Ling......

"Butterfry" Chapter 147 The Old Man is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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