Barefooted, ye Liangqiu suddenly stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window behind him. She lay down and looked out at the endless night sky. Qin Anlan, do you believe in fate? "
"what's wrong?" He laughed drily, his voice a little confusing.
Ye Liangqiu's voice became even lower. I didn't believe it before, but now I'd rather have ghosts and gods.
in that case, ye ling would not have disappeared from this world. he would have left some spirit behind.
Even if it was just a soul.
otherwise, she would be too lonely in this world.
Qin Anlan looked at the wine in his glass. After a long time, he finally replied, " ye Liangqiu, I believe that you're not the kind of person who would believe in these things.
if she did, she wouldn't have done these things.
she raised her head and stood in front of his floor-to-ceiling window. she looked at the bright moon outside and cried.
