Shen Yan couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this. He pinched off a small part of the cigarette in his hand, put on some clothes, then left the room and went downstairs. He suddenly raised his head. In the bright living room, a slender figure was sitting on the sofa.

In that instant, the flowing light spun. It looked like a dream.

You thought you were alone, but there was someone sitting there silently. Her hair was made up a bun, her head bowed, a few strands of bangs ...