C717 Why Is It so Lonely
I faced the cold wind of the night and, under Le Yao's gaze, I gradually approached the dying poise tree. Borrowing the light from the train, I finally saw her expression clearly. It was as melancholy as the half moon hanging in the sky... ...
I squatted down beside her and she fiddled with her bangs with her fingers. She didn't want me to see her red and swollen eyes. She said to me