C537 Chu Wenyang's Documents

Pain, hatred, and anger were all that Lee Qinghao was feeling at this moment.

I silently retracted my gaze and sat under the tree to smoke. The relationship between me and Lee Qinghao was silent, but there was no need for words to describe it.

Soon, the sky was covered with a drizzle. It was already evening, and the raindrops fell on my face through the leaves. I lit up the eighth cigarette