making up her mind to end things with him. Over the past few days, Huo Shaoting had also thought about whether it would be better to end things, but when he touched his pillow at night, what he missed...Lu Qian still walked over.

The city's neon lights cast a shimmering, multi-colored glaze over them, making everything seem unreal.

Like a dream, ephemeral.art needed to be made even more perfect.Wen Man smiled gently: "Mom, it's already very smooth!"Aunt Ruan also smiled: "I always feel it's not perfect enough! Today is your big day, cheer up!"Wen Man h...