C520 Are You Made of Water?

Late autumn.

When the green mountains were still filled with stars, at four o'clock in the morning, the Golden Triangle had already welcomed the first glimmer of light.

Shangdao Yinghua, who had never worn a dress before, was still wearing Helan Xiaoxin's Prada suit as she sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window at the east.

He didn't feel sleepy at all