It was a quiet and cold night with continuous rain.

The sound of rain is still dripping under the ground, everyday, like pinholes poking on the ground, splashing a puddle, and reflecting street lights, which looks very sad.

Cold touch, surrounded by Gu Qianmeng, she felt so cold that even the corners of her lips were pale. She could imagine that she was in a mess now, and before she went to the hotel, she would wear lipstick...

Gu Qianmeng began to look at Qicheng.

At the same time, Qicheng also watched Gu Qianmeng...

"Qicheng, I really don't understand. What on earth do you want to tell me? If it's...