She could feel that he had been feeling uneasy for the past two days.
Sang Xia put on her coat and went to see what he was doing. The concert was coming up, and there was the most important thing she had arranged for the concert, which was of great significance. She did not want to be distracted at such a critical moment.
So, it was best to ask now, so that she wouldn't keep thinking about it.
they were staying in a seven-star hotel. when she went out to look for rong zhan, the presidential suite was dark, except for the huge balcony where a black and slender figure was standing. he was still wearing a coat, long pants, and leather shoes. nothing had changed.
The Cold Moon hung high in the sky, clear and cold.
A cigarette flickered and green smoke curled around it.
As sang Xia watched this scene, the fog of suspicion in her heart grew.
she looked at his back and seemed to be able to feel his helplessness and hesitation.
