After sang Xia came out, she immediately saw that figure.
However, at this moment, she looked at Rong Zhan in a different light.
His gaze gradually deepened, and he could not tell what she was thinking.
she walked over slowly. rong zhan seemed to have noticed her and froze.
There was an open window, and he stood by the window with his head lowered, a cigarette in his mouth. The night wind blew his black hair, making him look messy and dejected.
He saw her walking over, but he only glanced at her and quickly looked away.
He took the cigarette and turned around, as if he didn't want to face her. He looked so distant and indifferent on the surface, but the hand holding the cigarette was trembling.
He seemed to be afraid.
Yes, he was afraid.
