In the living room.

Waylon Gray sat on the sofa. The sun shone on him through the gap in the window. The whole person was covered by a halo, looking as handsome as a god descending to the world.

Darcy Harrington couldn't help but look a little dazed. The little woman's feelings instantly fermented. She wanted to rush into his arms.

As if feeling her scorching gaze, Waylon Gray slowly turned his head to look at her, and under Darcy Harrington's gaze, he slightly hooked the corner of his mouth.

A long time ago, Darcy Harrington once heard a sentence when she saw Waylon Gray missed her life.

She didn't...