Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

Even if she did nothing, just standing there or speaking a word, or even just being in the same place as him, would make him feel much more at ease.,It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.。