The night rain drizzles.

The chill gradually deepened.

The originally dim street was illuminated by the lights of cars and was spread out in the distance.

A pale and thin figure stopped in front of the luxury car, standing in the wind and rain, her whole body was soaked, her expression was hidden in the night. Although she was embarrassed, she still had a pity.

There was silence on the street with almost no sound.

That scene seemed to be frozen.

a long time,

The car door was gently pushed open.

The first thing I saw was the tall and straight legs, which were full of reasons, and a slender and tall figure walked out slowly. The cold and deep outline could be seen in the middle of the night.

He held a black umbrella, isolated from the rain, his eyebrows and eyes were blurred, adding a bit of mystery, and his hands holding the handle of the umbrella were fair and beautiful.

Every move exudes elegance, as if a real nobleman, the innocent young man who came out of ancient paintings, was gentle and noble.

The two stood in the rain, not far apart.

The difference is very different.

One person is extremely particular, but the other person is full of embarrassment.

The girl's lips moved, trembling slightly, she was wet and trembling, her voice was incredible, as if it would break at any time. With a few unwilling begging and expectation, she asked three words palely: "Why."

The rain has been falling,

The man's face was hidden under the shadow of the umbrella bone, and he could not see it clearly, but he could vaguely identify his extremely deep and gentle eyebrows. He stood in the wind and rain and was very straight, bringing a bit of careless coldness on this cold night.

"If Miss Song must want an answer..." He seemed to smile very lightly, but it was filled with a faint smell. His thin and soft lips were slightly curled up, with an indescribable mockery. His voice was low and magnetic, and it was gripping, like a lover's murmur. When he spoke love words, he was even more affectionate. This was such a good voice, but he expressed countless blessings.

The girl's face became paler and there was no trace of blood.

She retreated step by step, and was at a loss.

Fallen in the wind and rain.

The streets were dim, only the headlights were clearly extinguished, and the rain fell mercilessly on the ground, creating ripples, breaking the accumulated water circles and reflecting the dark and broken sky.

A trace of chill can penetrate through the gaps in human bones, invading the heart little by little.

"Sorry." He was polite, standing in the night with a long body, careless, smiling gently and elegantly forever, and three words that were understatement: "Too cheap."

After the words fell,

The girl's face was pale in an instant, her figure was shaking, and her almost desperate emotions were overwhelmed.

The young man held a black umbrella and his emotions were always faint. He lowered his eyes and looked at her with condescending eyes. The affectionate peach blossom eyes still had a smile that seemed to be indifferent and mocking, but there was no slightest wave of affection.

Turn around and get into the car gracefully.

Even the back is filled with a sense of indifference.

It is clearly a clean and gentle existence like the bright moon, but it is ruthless.

The car gradually got away from sight.

The night is dark, the lonely streets,

She is the only one left.

…

Countless pictures squeezed into my mind in an instant, feeling almost bursting, blank and chaotic.

When Ranbai was awake, he could clearly feel a certain extreme unwilling emotion remaining in the original owner's chest.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

The eyes are sharp.

The scene that comes to your eyes,

There were some dim and hazy lights, and the spacious and huge private room, the melody of the music echoed in my ears. There were a few people sitting on the dark red sofa, not many, and they were noble.

Ranbai was standing at the door of the box, and the dim light hit her body, without any temperature.

Countless pictures flashed in front of you intermittently, messy.

Finally, it was frozen in the misty night, and the man held an umbrella with his peach blossom eyes and smiled.

Tenderness as jade, unrivaled in the world.

It is no exaggeration to use these eight words to describe it.

This is the chaotic memory of the original owner himself and the strong emotions of extreme reluctance.

The plot has not been teleported yet, so it seems even more chaotic in the memory of these fragments.

This is probably the private room of a high-end club. Just look at the people inside, either rich or noble.

"Miss Song, why are you standing there and sitting there?"

One of the young men looked at her side, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was discerning who it was. After pausing and thinking for two seconds, he waved to her lazily, smiling frivolously and casually, and a bit of joking in his tone.

“…”

No one knows.

There is no plot, but Ranbai is still calm.

But there was a wet touch on the cheeks, and tears wet the eyelashes and slid down the cheeks.

The kind of cry that I can't stop even if I want to.

“?!”

Ranbai was shocked.

She reached out and touched her eyes, and sure enough, she felt tears in her hand, and then she was still crying.

Han Zhe looked at the girl standing at the door of the box with a look of motion. She was obviously a biting sky, but she was wearing a thin and delicate snow-white dress, outlining her slender waist, showing her thin beauty, and she was a girl who made people feel protective as soon as she looked.

The originally clean and beautiful facial features were painted with a faint makeup, and it looked very pure. It looked like a student who was not well-versed in the world. His clear eyes were half-wrought with tears, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tears set off the transparent pale complexion of his skin, and the crying pear blossoms were raining.

Very pitiful.

pity.

He has seen many such tricks.

Too same.

Not energetic.

He looked at it a few times, and when he saw this, he smiled slightly, with a little undetectable sarcasm. He bit a cigarette with a thin lips, and looked at the sofa lazyly, with his handsome facial features fascinating, "Why did Miss Song cry?"

"What a beautiful beauty, this cry is so exciting..." I feel distressed.

Before he could finish his words, his tone was lazy and joking, as if he was watching a show.

But without warning, I heard a word from the girl's mouth.

"Depend on."

“…” Han Zhe: “?”

Did he hear it wrong?

Ran Bai couldn't help but say something. She had endured the inexplicable thing drawn from the garbage lottery to the extreme. She kept crying when she saw the ghost, and couldn't stop.

"Host!!" Feng Luo heard Ran Bai's words as soon as he looked at the plane, emphasizing: "Calm down! Let's calm down!"

"The character cannot collapse!"

Ranbai: "Get out."

Seal: "..."

It squats silently in the corner to draw circles.

Why it is always hurt.

Not only Han Zhe heard it, but others also heard it. Perhaps a little surprised, they all looked up at her.

Ranbai's face was expressionless, so he walked over directly, pulled up the tissue on the table and wiped his tears, and finally stopped crying.

"Thank you, I don't want to cry either."

Han Zhe was silent for two seconds, looked at her movements, and suddenly laughed, curled up the corners of his lips: "Sit."
Chapter completed!