Once, he’d waited days and nights for that person, and he hadn’t come. And now, when he’d never thought that person would, he just had to. On the corner of Shen Qingqiu’s lips hung a cold smile. “Ha. Ha ha. Yue Qingyuan, ah, Yue Qingyuan.” Originally, Luo Binghe’s mood could have been considered cheerful, but when he saw that bizarre smile, he inexplicably became upset. “What are you smiling about?” he asked gently.
THIS MAKES ME SICK IN THE HEAD
