"Martin, don't go too far!" SongYiming held the hand of summer night and stood in front of Martin, blocking his too sharp sight.

　　"SongYiming, you just came out to pretend to be a hero now?" Martin glanced at him sarcastically, "why didn't you come out to support her when your leg was broken and you hid in the suburb for recuperation?"

　　SongYiming was a little flustered and hurriedly said, "I didn't hide. You asked someone to monitor me and don't let me out!"

　　Martin sneered, "now that I ask you to let go of the summer night, do you want to let go?"

　　SongYiming held the fingers of the summer...