Under the orange street lamp, a young man in a black leather suit flashed by in a locomotive.

Through the rearview mirror, Mu Chudi saw the bodyguards he was looking for out of the show, and his mouth hooked.

Hawthorne wants to wait, so let him wait.

Wind, wantonly blowing, night, more and more cold.

Hawthorne met today, and she missed her teeth even more.

The softest part of the heart starts to ache again.

The pain, tearing heart and lung.

The breathed breeze, like a sharp blade, pierces the heart.

The eyes are slightly reddened and the mood becomes heavy.

Mochudi's mobile phone shook not far from the show....