"Look at me, today we are so exhausted, you must say a word, even if only my name knows?"

When he finished, he let go of his hand and sat aside. Although he was pressing her, the expression on both faces was changed. Instead, Ye Nianmo was depressed and decadent.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of roses. Ye Nianmo sat on a bench in the flower bushes, staring at the people in the suspension chair, and the people in the suspension chair looked at the distance, as if they were also in a daze.

At noon, the staff brought lunch, a glass of fresh watermelon juice, two...