Midnight in Paris
The setting sun on a cloudy day penetrates the thick clouds, casting a faint orange-yellow color.
The summer rain is slow and continuous for several days without any sign of clearing up.
In a corner backstage at the auditorium, Bai Luo was holding the script and reading it carefully page by page.
Every year, the English Club holds an English Short Play Festival, and the director is responsible for selecting a simple English drama script.
This year's minister, Yoon Sun-hye, had no interest in adapting fairy tales. Instead, she came up with an original campus story.
The right to assign roles is also in her hands, and Bai Luo was assigned a special and challenging role.
A timid secret admirer, a speechless soul.
A member curiously asked Yin Shuanghui why she created a mute character.
A girl answered in a low voice.
"Because secret love is silent."
Silence is the most powerful confession.
Bai Luo has very few lines and mainly communicates with others through sign language.
Fortunately, she was proficient in some sign language and did not need to learn it from scratch.
The backstage lighting was dim, casting a light grey shadow on the side of the nose.
He rubbed his sore eye sockets and looked at the green fields outside the window, his vision engulfed in a dim green hue.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
The cell phone on the corner of the table rang at an inopportune moment.
It was a group message from the English community, and a voting link popped up.
Before the English Short Play Festival was released on the campus official account, someone created a voting link to vote for each role player.
Some people accumulated numbers through their personal connections, while others harvested votes through the charm of their characters, and the counts on the screen all climbed to over two hundred.
Only she has a single digit after her name.
She stared at the glaring numbers on the phone screen, her fingertips hesitantly lingering on the edge of "Like", and finally fell back into her palm.
Why bother to pretend to be warm when even you yourself can't believe it?
She was used to it. Used to other people's prejudice against her.
＿＿
The debate competition in my first year of high school is a pantomime that hangs in my memory.
The debaters were originally chosen by the teacher, but a girl in the class disagreed.
Under pressure from public opinion, the head teacher had to adopt a compromise strategy in the name of democracy.
Anonymous voting will be conducted to select two candidates from the class to determine the final candidate.
When the votes were counted, the two men stood stiffly in front of their seats, like two plants with exposed roots, exposed to everyone's scrutiny.
The squad leader and the deputy squad leader hold the ticket, one piece of paper and one note.
At that time, she was thin and had thin shoulder blades.
The cold pink sunset glow outside the window rolled in, embellishing her long and curly eyelashes.
A pair of clear eyes under the short hair stared at the blank name on the blackboard.
The other party already had three "positive" characters in his name.
The votes dropped one by one.
The whispers of classmates are inevitable.
"Look, she doesn't have a single ticket."
"Anyone willing to vote for her is going against Sister Meng."
“Is there any point in continuing to sing this ballot?”
Outside the window, the cicadas on the branches are chirping at the top of their lungs. The dusk is thick and no boats are returning.
When the last ticket was about to fall, the monitor's hand holding the chalk suddenly changed.
The pen stroke that should have landed on the tenth character "正" (正) of the other party's name slanted sideways, leaving a white mark of betrayal under her name.
There were fifty students in the class, but she was the only one who cast a vote.
Suddenly, she woke up from her dream. The anonymous piece of paper that seemed fair was nothing but prejudice disguised as democracy.
It's ridiculous.
She didn't know who she had offended.
Later, I got used to having no friends, getting used to being alone, and getting used to the contemptuous looks of others.
＿＿
The memories of the past are mottled and cannot be repeated. After all, the character voting result was four more votes than the first-level debater.
She received five recognitions.
Five supporters stood behind her, whether out of identification with the character or out of sincere voting, the reason no longer mattered.
A pair of vicious eyes flashed through my mind.
I clicked a few times and sent the link to the contact whose profile picture was a pinky ring, and attached a "Thank you".
Club members reminded her to go on stage in time. Since her dress had no pockets, she put the script and mobile phone in the backstage locker.
The blue-purple sky was hazy with the lights of the city. Bai Luo, holding up the long hem of her gown, blended into the blue night.
*
Inside the 36℃BL bar, colorful laser lights linger everywhere.
In the middle of the dance floor, the pure and sexy hot girls and the fashionable high street guys are dancing crazily to the electronic beats.
There is a world of its own by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the lights are so dim that it seems as if someone has deliberately dimmed the brightness of the world.
"Yun, your childhood sweetheart called me."
"You really don't answer."
Chen Cisi shook the whiskey in his glass, looking like he was enjoying the fun, and jokingly looked at the young man with a black hat brim pressed down on the corner of the sofa.
A cold white jaw and an impatient look.
The sound of idle chatter seeped in sporadically.
"Doesn't this childhood sweetheart of hers often come to the bar to look for him?"
"You forgot, the school English club has an English drama performance tonight."
"Oh, I remember, they also set up a link voting."
"For his sake, I voted for his childhood sweetheart. The votes for the school beauty were pitifully few, only five likes."
In front of a waning moon, the silent man frowned in annoyance and picked up his cell phone with his slender fingers.
The WeChat interface lit up for a moment, and his eyes swept across a line of words.
[I'm not going home for dinner today.]
His little bedmate would only tell him a few words when he was delayed for dinner due to something.
I thought that after spending so much time together, we could be considered friends.
In her eyes, he was just a familiar stranger like dust.
A group of friends were talking with great interest.
"Five isn't enough. I guess they voted because they sympathized with the character she played."
"Hahaha, being the school beauty is probably a joke."
“Snap!”
A cigarette box hit the wine glass in the hand of the person who spoke nonsense.
The boy was so frightened that he stood up reflexively, looking at the culprit with a pale face.
Concubine Lu in Chen Ci Si's arms had a sullen expression on her face and glared at people with her eyelids raised coldly.
"Bai Luo is my friend now, so please be respectful when you speak to me from now on."
"Miss, when did you become good friends with the school beauty?"
Someone asked timidly.
"Why do I need to report to you again? Send me a copy of that voting link you just mentioned. Hurry up."
"Yes, yes, I'll send it right away."
Chen Ci Si watched with relish as the person in his arms clicked on the voting link.
His expression suddenly turned serious.
He knew that Concubine Lu had always wanted to make friends with Bai Luo, but gave up because the latter was cold and difficult to approach.
His spoiled daughter had a fickle temper, and he thought there was no hope for the two of them to become friends. However, a birthday party led them to add each other on WeChat and they quickly became close.
I became more and more distant from him, and my daily conversations always involved Bai Luo: Bai Luo contacted me on his own initiative today, and Bai Luo agreed to have dinner with me today.
I talk about Bai Luo every day, and I keep talking about Bai Luo every time I open my mouth and close my eyes.
So much so that he immediately became part of their play.
As he sighed, Concubine Lu in his arms suddenly straightened her back, and her smooth forehead hit his jaw hard, causing him to scream in pain.
Before he could even ask for comfort, he immediately heard his girlfriend's cold instructions.
"Cancel your votes for others right now and vote for Bai Luo. Why does my baby have so few votes?"
He glanced at Shen Cisi, who was covering his chin and not moving his phone, and immediately became angry.
"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and use your phone to vote."
"Go find your friends from other schools and ask them to vote for my baby."
Chen Cisi, who was full of grievances but had nowhere to vent, had to put down his hand covering his chin in disappointment and silently took out his mobile phone to light up the voting link.
The group of people were all silent when they heard Concubine Lu calling "baby" over and over again, and no one dared to say anything.
He glanced at the figure on the sofa that could not be ignored and silently clicked on the voting link.
Should I withdraw my vote for Yin Shuanghui and vote for Bai Luo?
Caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Cancel it now and vote for my baby!"
When Concubine Lu saw them pointing their fingers, her face almost burst with anger.
Everyone was in a panic and finally gave Bai Luo a thumbs up, no longer considering the friendship between Yin Shuanghui and Bo Qi's childhood sweetheart.
Anyway, she doesn't lack their praise.
Seeing the number of votes jump from single digits to double digits, Concubine Lu's expression eased slightly.
He glanced at it casually, and his breathing stopped for a moment when he saw the face that looked unapproachable under the brim of the black hat.
She blatantly instigated a group of them to transfer all the votes originally cast for Qingmei to her own baby's name.
How could I forget that he was still lying on the sofa.
While she was thinking, the person on the sofa suddenly raised his eyes, and a pair of dark eyes pierced coldly into her pupils.
It's over.
When you encounter trouble, you have to look for your boyfriend. The importance of Shen Cisi was immediately highlighted.
"Hurry up and tell me, it's you who wants to vote for Bai Luo."
what?
Shen Cisi was confused, his innocent gaze met Bo Qi's cold gaze.
It was instinctive to pamper your girlfriend, but disobeying the figure on the sofa was a dead end.
Dying early or late was just a matter of a moment, but he chose to die immediately.
After all, when you get home and your knees are broken, it's not just the washboard that will be broken, but also the stench of the durian shells cracking in the room.
Chen Cisi's throat rolled over, and he forced a smile that was more difficult than crying. He trembled as he came forward to please her, holding a glass of gradient wine on the table.
A WeChat message alert sound flashed by.
Bo Yi's cell phone.
The owner of the phone swiped the screen with one hand, frowning and reading the message.
The group of people were silent, all with their heads down, pretending to be busy.
They have no way to express their suffering.
On one side is the urging of the eldest lady, and on the other side is the oppressive feeling of the owl.
It's really hard to survive in the cracks.
In fact, Bo Xi originally wanted to ask Concubine Lu for the voting link, but Bai Luo got there first.
The word "thank you" at the end made his eyes sore.
To him, politeness is tasteless and cold.
Click on the link, and Bai Luo in the center of the stage comes into view.
In front of the fiery red curtain, the girl's long ice-blue hair fluttered in the wind, and she was wearing a pure white dress.
A cold and clear energy.
Staring at the double-digit likes, she raised her chin in dissatisfaction. Such a dull number didn't do justice to her appearance as she stood in the halo.
Feel free to forward the link to your friends outside of school.
[Like the second one.]
One friend spread the word to ten, ten to a hundred, a hundred to a thousand. In less than ten minutes, Bai Luo's vote count soared to four figures.
Throw the expanded link back.
Summer thunder rolled past outside the window.
It's going to rain.
After waiting for several minutes, the other party still didn't reply.
Click the voting link again.
Several important keywords were extracted.
English Drama Festival. June 15th, 9:00 PM. School Auditorium.
[Go pick you up and take you home.]
[Is it okay?]
Knowing the answer, he remained silent but still asked politely.
He turned off his phone. The person on the sofa suddenly stood up, their tall figure blocking the sparse dim light and casting a large shadow.
This caused a group of people to stand up.
"What's wrong, 阐?"
"That ticket we..."
"You guys play."
"Pick someone up."
He didn't look at anyone. His brows were cold and indifferent under the brim of his hat, and his jaw had a beautiful curve.
An oppressive aura of control.
Everyone looked at each other, confused.
Let them go and pick up the person in person, they are quite important people.
*
In the packed auditorium, the lights were bright and the English drama "Heartbeat Echo" began.
Act One: Growing Pains.
An unfinished oil painting hangs on the left side of the stage, with only a hazy gray-blue light and shadow on the canvas.
Narration by a male voice.
"In every grand love story, there is always someone who is the silent background."
(In every grand love story, there is always someone who is the silent background.)
Behind the red curtain, the timid secret admirer Bai Luo lowered his head and clenched the sketchbook in his hand.
Occasionally she looked up at the male lead Wu Kai in the center of the stage, but she never dared to meet his gaze.
The stage lights turned to a cold purple-red, and the sound effects of rain came from all directions.
The heroine and the hero had a fierce quarrel, and the heroine Yin Shuanghui finally broke up.
Her eyes were red and her voice was broken.
"We're done. I can't keep living in your shadow..."
(We're over. I can't live in your shadow anymore...)
Finally, she slammed the door and left, and the male protagonist collapsed in the center of the stage, crying silently.
Act II: Rift Light.
The secret admirer was heartbroken, and the sketchbook in her hand was filled with different postures of the hero: his profile leaning over the table during morning reading, and the curved corners of his eyes when he smiled.
Hidden in the corner of every page is an unfinished "I Love You", which has been repeatedly corrected until it is blurred.
She quietly placed a cup of hot cocoa next to him, with a sketch on the wall.
"There is nothing that cannot be let go of. If she is willing, you must also be willing."
(There is nothing that cannot be given up. If she is willing to give it up, you must be willing to give it up too.)
The male protagonist was stunned, his fingertips stroking the edge of the note.
“Who…”
Who is…?
The secret admirer had already hidden in the shadows formed by the prop boxes, and his heartbeat was infinitely amplified through the stage speakers.
“Boom, boom, boom~”
Like drumbeats hitting the audience's eardrums.
Act III: Breaking out of the cocoon.
The outline of the male protagonist gradually emerges in the gray-blue oil painting background in the center of the stage.
On the climax night, the secret admirer was unexpectedly arranged to temporarily replace the sick heroine.
She walked towards the spotlight tremblingly, but kept her back to the audience the whole time, and her every move was full of pantomime-like body language.
Every time she turns around, she is secretly glancing at the hero's profile, and every line she speaks is filled with love that she dares not express.
The male protagonist suddenly stopped talking and looked directly at the back of his secret admirer.
“Wait…Your body language is telling a different story.”
(Wait…your body language tells another story.)
The whole audience was silent.
The secret admirer slowly turned around and tore off the last page of the sketchbook.
It is a portrait of the protagonist crying in the rain, with his teardrops painted into stars with gold paint.
She held the drawing paper high, her lips moving silently.
In the audience, the sketchbooks of all the secret admirers suddenly opened to the same page at the same time, and countless "I Love You" were connected into a galaxy in the light and shadow.
The male protagonist choked up.
“Speechless doesn’t mean voiceless…”
(Silence does not mean voiceless...)
The stage lights suddenly changed to warm orange, and the background oil painting was completely completed.
On the gray-blue background, countless tiny golden stars gather to form the posture of two people embracing each other.
Epilogue: Rebirth.
At the moment of the curtain call, the audience raised their mobile phone flashlights, and the auditorium instantly turned into a sea of stars.
The secret admirer and the male protagonist smiled at each other in the waves of light.
Narration by a male voice.
"Love doesn't need a microphone when hearts are listening."
(Love needs no microphone when the heart is listening.)
In a split second, the power in the auditorium went out and darkness engulfed the stage.
The entire audience roared in unison.
"I love you. I love you. I love you..."
The secret admirer finally spoke her first line, in a whisper that only the hero could hear.
"I have been painting your name since the first day."
(I've been writing your name in my sketchbook since day one.)
From then on, she could finally look back into his eyes openly.
In this vast world, everyone has their own worries.
Have you let it go?
A timid secret admirer.
*
The drama ended, the lingering sound was heard and the audience burst into applause.
The character voting session began in a heated atmosphere.
Almost everyone has an unspoken secret love in their heart, and many viewers can resonate with the character of the secret admirer.
A person in a bright white dress in the center of the stage listened quietly to the judges' scores.
It seems to be raining outside the auditorium.
In a trance, I heard the sound of refreshing rain.
The audience below the stage was surging, and Bai Luo was caught off guard when he bumped into a pair of cold eyes in the corner.
My brain went blank.
A cold and astringent gray mist pierced every nerve.
Why is he here?
Is he here to see her performance, or his childhood sweetheart's?
The window frame of the Great Hall obliquely cuts off a corner of the bright moon. A figure dressed in black, covered in rain mist, reflects the clear night under the lamplight.
"Lolo, congratulations."
A gentle male voice sounded in his ear, and Bai Luo blinked, regaining his dazed mind.
"Thanks."
Warm applause swept over her as she accepted her own Best Performance Award.
As the club leader, Yin Shuanghui was delighted. The English Club had won first place in the college competition, and the winner was one of her own members.
He took the microphone and said a few words of thanks sincerely, then handed the microphone to Bai Luo.
I subconsciously looked for the person in the dark shadow, but Zhang Yang was no longer there.
He said a few words of thanks, and then suddenly added a speech related to the play.
"The crowd is surging, the secret love is silent, let us not be cowards, do not be afraid of losing, do not leave regrets."
The butterfly saved itself thousands of times, and finally it was able to go to the deserted sea alone.
A group of people surrounded Yin Shuanghui and cheered to celebrate. The rich girl was naturally generous and treated everyone to a meal.
Every time Yin Shuanghui invited people to dinner, Bai Luo chose not to participate and would never step forward to agree.
Yin Shuanghui didn't care and left happily surrounded by her little sisters.
A drizzle of rain blew across the wet corridor, and the wind moistened Bai Luo's ice-blue hair.
Wu Kai, who walked side by side with her, shared his insights into English drama with her.
Without any warning, a ray of white light leaked out from the skylight at the corner of the stairs.
Her gaze fell upon a pair of dangerously drooping eyes.
The man with the brim of his black hat pressed down wantonly, with a rebellious nature, looked at the sound of rain in the courtyard out of boredom.
Bai Luo pretended not to see anything and went down the stairs.
Wu Kaiting unexpectedly met Bo Xi and greeted him naturally.
"Waiting for Huihui? She just left with the others."
His words were half speculation and half courtesy.
After all, if he was really waiting for Yin Shuanghui, with her peacock-like personality, he would have shown off early on, so how could he be surrounded and treated to a meal?
Moreover, when the drama was being rehearsed half a month ago, Yin Shuanghui specially invited Bo Xi to watch the performance, but all she got was a cold "I'm busy", and she didn't even bother to give a perfunctory response.
Of course, he wouldn't be waiting for Yin Shuanghui, but someone else.
The gray light of the stairwell silently flooded in. Bo Xi raised his eyes lazily.
He pulled the corners of his lips in an ambiguous manner, as if mocking himself.
"No one waits, just watch the rain."
Bai Luo lowered her head to one side and clenched her knuckles. She hadn't been checking her phone, so naturally she didn't know he had sent her a message, let alone that he was going to take her home.
Bo Yi thought she didn't agree to him coming to take her home. He wasn't the type to curry favor with others, so if she didn't want to go home with him, there was nothing he could do.
The sound of rain became more muffled.
Wu Kai glanced at the indifference on Bai Luo's face and mistakenly thought that she was tired, so he hurriedly ended the topic.
"Okay, let's go first."
"Let's go, Lolo."
The young man, with his arms on the cool railing, couldn't suppress the hostility in his dark eyes. He glanced at the two people whose backs matched each other very well with great displeasure.
Suddenly, the evil factor in my bones rushed through my blood.
His bony, strong fingers touched the WeChat profile picture with two handwritten characters "Zhao Zhao" without restraint.
Clicked on the video call.
Place it casually on the edge of the corridor.
His playful eyes were fixed mischievously on the person who was leisurely taking out his cell phone in the rain in the distance.
When the bright word "creditor" on the screen caught Bai Luo's eyes, his fingertips trembled.
Drops of rain smudged the fluorescent screen.
The caller's profile picture and notes are blurred.
But it did not prevent Wu Kai from inadvertently seeing the word "creditor". He came from a wealthy family and knew what was the proper measure.
At this moment, only his eyebrows were frowning, his gaze was shifting, and his posture was calm.
But Bai Luo stared at the interface, confused. The note was a warning that she had edited herself. She thought it was just a silent memo, but she didn't expect the call to be at this moment.
Didn’t we just pass by?
The rain soaked the white T-shirt, revealing the outline of the butterfly bones under the thin fabric.
I had originally planned to treat Wu Kai to dinner tonight as a thank you for the English Club's silent support.
Right now, it seems that it is no longer possible.
"I have something to do. I can't treat you to dinner tonight. Can we have it another day?"
"If you have something to do, go ahead and do it. There's no need to rush today. If you really encounter any problems, come to me in time and I will do my best to help you."
Wu Kai vaguely guessed some of her secrets and knew that she had a strong sense of self-esteem, so he smiled gently and comforted her.
"Thank you. I'll make a phone call first."
Bai Luo pointed to the magnificent auditorium behind him, and when he glanced back, the figure in the stairwell had disappeared.
Only the cold mist that seeped into the evening remained.
Wu Kai saw the empty stairs and thought Bo Xi had left, so he didn't think much about it.
The air is too humid. Your breath is a misty blue.
Bai Luo returned to where Bo Qi was leaning on the railing to watch the rain, and clicked to answer the call.
As a result, the other party hung up in one second.
?
I can’t do it to Bai Luo.
Playing tricks on her again.
Feeling that he couldn't have walked far, he climbed the stairs in the darkness.
The corridor is deserted, and the eyes are filled with a light mist on a rainy night.
After searching for a while, I couldn't find him, so I had to go back to the chat page.
Fang caught a glimpse of the two lines of words hanging above the video call box.
[Go pick you up and take you home.]
[Is it okay?]
His eyes were a little watery.
I'm not waiting for Yin Shuanghui, nor am I watching the rain out of boredom.
Instead, he was waiting for her and taking her home.
The sound of the gray rain was sour.
She lay motionless, cooling herself against the damp wind outside the corridor.
The four seasons, filled with pain, fading warmth, covered with spots and buried deep in the heart, reappear in my mind in an instant.
＿＿
During the short holidays in high school, other people’s parents would drive their private cars and pick up their children with smiles on their faces.
Only she always walked home alone, carrying a heavy schoolbag.
No one would come to pick her up.
No matter how cold or hot it is, no matter if it is windy, rainy or lightning, she is always like a dead branch or fallen leaf, floating alone on the way home.
The winter wind was biting cold. She was wrapped in a thin coat, her red fingers tightly gripping the strap of her schoolbag, and every step she took was on the icy road.
The summer cicadas chirped hoarsely and harshly. She trudged under the scorching sun, her back soaked with sweat and her sticky school uniform clung to her spine.
As endless private cars passed by, laughter and joy came from the car windows.
She lowered her eyebrows and stared at the tips of her shoes, seeing how they were splashed with mud and water.
Occasionally I would look up and watch the private car carrying the joyful crowd drive further and further away until it disappeared.
All that was left was her trembling figure and her lonely shadow stretched long by the setting sun.
The way home passed through a deserted industrial area, with rusty pipes leaking fishy water.
She always walked very fast, as if there was a ghost chasing her, but she would suddenly slow down at the corner.
There was a street lamp above her head with half of the bulb always broken. Under the dim light, she could briefly pretend that she was not alone.
Everyone will recall their irreplaceable three years of high school countless times, except her, who will never recall it even once.
Some pains are engraved in your memory once you experience them.
＿＿
The world was in darkness. Bai Luo turned off his phone and walked down the stairs silently.
She was caught off guard when a wisp of smoke suddenly enveloped her. The scent of jasmine approached from behind without warning.
Looking back a little late, I saw the shadow of the young man in the wind.
She didn't know where it came from, and it scared her again.
The soles of the feet were not firmly planted, and the body tilted backward uncontrollably.
The person who was one step higher than him, whether intentionally or unintentionally, leaned against the wall that was leaking moisture and did not move.
Bai Luo's hands were hanging in the air, slashing around in the void. In an emergency, he had to grab his clothes tightly.
It was like being on the edge of a cliff and grabbing the only life-saving straw.
Pushed by inertia, the messy hair on his forehead stuck to his hot chest.
A low laugh was heard in the dark night.
Intentional.
This caused the person who was holding his waist to quickly let go and stagger back into the two shadows at the bottom of the stairs.
"sorry."
The sound of rain was too mixed, overlapping from near and far. Bai Luo's insincere apology was largely diluted.
The hand holding the exquisite cake box had a red spot between the knuckles, which burned the corners of her eyes.
"Is there something you're calling about?"
Better to have something to do.
Otherwise she...
Bo Xi pinched the end of his cigarette, bent down lazily, and pressed her inch by inch with his fierce eyes.
"Why don't you say hello to me?"
Revenge will be settled later.
As if out of anger or deliberate provocation, Bai Luo lied with his eyes open in a serious manner.
"I didn't recognize him."
Bo Qi laughed.
Even lying is a poor excuse.
Deep in the blue night, the tide is cold and the lights are half-drenched in shadows.
"Can you please be serious with me?"
He couldn't help but pinch her cheek, but he was afraid that she would be disgusted, so he withdrew immediately.
The pinch made Bai Luo a little dazed. A heavy feeling of moisture rose to his head.
"Is the cake for me?"
It was still a butterfly-shaped cake, covered in blue frosting and dotted in the center with a tiny, flawless, transparent butterfly.
It seemed to tell her that the butterfly emerging from the cocoon would eventually fly across the vast blue waves.
"What do you think?"
"Um?"
The boy who was two steps higher than her glared at her without any temper, and pushed his baseball cap onto her wet, soft hair.
The shadow cast by the brim of the hat swallowed up half of the face, leaving only a cold white jawbone and a pair of moist lips.
The night was dark, and the staircase skylight was slanted with thousands of water marks.
Bai Luo's heart melted with a moist, watery feeling.
The better he treated her, the more reluctant she was to leave.
Once Chang Liu appears, the countdown begins.
The fate of escaping from Hangzhou Port is irreversible, but I don’t know which strange port to dock in.
The millions of cities marked on the map were nothing more than unfamiliar coordinates to her.
As the daughter of an undercover police officer, she has long been accustomed to living in the shadows.
Escape, escape, escape...
The eight-stroke character was repeatedly ground in his chest until his flesh and blood were stained with the smell of rust.
Her father's will reminds her at all times that she should neither fall into the abyss nor be exposed to the sunlight.
The road ahead is endless. The lights are flickering. There is no end and no point.
"Let's eat together at home."
The night is soaked by water marks, and the sound of rain is pattering, making it difficult to distinguish between the external environment and the sound of the heart.
There are countless ups and downs in the future, but this moment is everything.
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