and innocent eyes, Annie Baby (a writer whose surname isn't An actually) wouldn't dress in this way [Chinese-style sarcasm]. Jiang Youyou shook her head. Why had that picturesquely quiet An

mpany's boss was re

aven't had anything for breakfast, have you?

g is in

e? Why did the girls here dress so beautifully? Why were there so many flowers on both sides of the road? Besides, there were foreigners in twos an

n front rise slightly from her seat. Ah Hua finally pressed the answer button until the song came to the lyric of "to dry my eyes and go to bed with you". He

rning?" Jiang Youyou was a bit nervou

d bun she bought near the station and handed

riendship developed in the college was not as weak as an unstable paper lantern. In twenty years of Jiang, this was the mos

anged the bu

re and more houses were crowded together, more and more men squatted on the ground, with a cigarette in hand, and the gir

h unified iron gates. The lane allowed just one person to pass through and from the air conditioners above water was dripping down. They shielded themselves from th

n Hua turned to Jiang Youyou, smiling with embarrassment

dded. The iron

n deep dark. The sun could not shine in, so the words on th

the only room on this floor. It looks particularly spacious because walls

n the floor, and some were

o words flashed through

wouldn't be believed? A tall man in suit and tie introduced himse

o the mouth. "Ah, it's too hot here. Is there

n the floor. Shutting the door tightly, Jiang Youyou said hastily, "Why do you do harm to me by cheati

about this. Last time someone said it, resulting in committing suicide by jumping do

or smoking and looking very depressed. Except the man named Jiang Jun, no one would

ng Youyou gave up the idea of jumping out to escape. Nothing went smoo