But he did not go back at once, but sat alone on a garden bench.

The night was beautiful even in the sky, with a few sparse stars in the gray-blue sky, bright as fine diamonds, and the breeze blowing through the treetops, and the sound of Suo Suo was like a heavenly sound. He raised his hand and let the evening breeze pass through his fingers, smoothing the burning pain on his fingers.

It wasn't until late at night that the music in the main building stopped, and then I strolled back to Fu ......

Chapter 118 of "Acquaintance Committing Crimes" Why are you in the middle of a hand-hitting, please wait a moment,

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