The moon was as cold as a hook. Under the cold moonlight, Scott Smith tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He lay on the big bed in the attic on the third floor, looking at the bright starry sky outside the panoramic skylight, his thoughts in his heart in a mess.

"I'm not going to fall in love with her that much, am I?"

"Why……"

"Is she beautiful?"

"I'm not such a superficial person."

"Then why?"

"Because Sam Jones, love him and his dog?"

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Most of the night had passed, and these questions kept turning over and over in Scott Smith's mind. Unconsciously, the restless adrenaline in his body...