Shen Xinglan was lying down holding A Miao, the two of them breathing one after the other in the dark room. He held his breath and tried to find her rhythm. In the end, both of their breaths converged, and you could not distinguish between the two.

　　"Really... I do like her." Shen Xinglan looked at the woman in his arms, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked her face.

　　"I've been running away for so long, but in the end, I can't escape."

　　When Shen ...