The sun-baked Lingxiao flowers lowered their heads on the lush grass.
The boy was sitting by the dilapidated fountain, but he seemed to be sitting under the afternoon sunshine in England. His posture was still elegant and quiet. However, if you look closely, you will find that there is blood on his lips.
The sifted sunlight fell from the shadows of the trees and covered her fair skin. "Boy...go to hell." After hearing this, people couldn't help but vomit.
Xin Qing frowned lightly, not intending to meddle in this stall's business, which had nothing to do with her.
"Even if you die, I will peel off a layer of your skin." The young man wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and stumbled to his feet. His face looked extremely ugly.
Xinqing turned around and saw a pair of extremely familiar eyes.
After a moment of silence.
Xinqing stood on a path paved with cobblestones. Pebbles of various strange colors formed a wonderfully conceived abstract painting. The sky flowers on the path were white and clustered on both sides of the path, blooming with a quiet fragrance.
Because of a moment's hesitation, the middle-aged man discovered her, and as if he wanted to kill her, he turned his gun towards Xin Qing.