t allow herself to cry.For someone like Gu Changqing, it's not worth it.She looked at him softly and said, "I love you, hate you, it all changes nothing."“Why not love me At least you'd feel a little...Lu Qian still walked over.

The city's neon lights cast a shimmering, multi-colored glaze over them, making everything seem unreal.

Like a dream, ephemeral.lum, nestled against the pillow, with a head of chestnut-colored hair spreading across it. It was indescribably beautiful.Ho Shao-ting's hand reached into the quilt and gently stroked it.Wen Man woke...