"... Don't touch my clothes."
The cold moonlight seeped through the cracks in the window, just like it did years ago.
Memories surged like tidal waves.
When Jiang Jinshi sent Jiang Yanzhou to Jiang Yanzhou's side, Lu Yang only exchanged a few words with him. After all, they were not very familiar with each other, even though Jiang Jinshi was eager to have his younger uncle agree to the marriage.
Jiang Jinshi gave them both their contact information, but neither of them took the initiative to contact the other. Until one day...
Jiang Yanzhou leaned against the wall, his fingers holding a cigarette, casually thinking about things. In the moonlight, his tall and dark silhouette was broken and cast on the wall. In the silence, a scream suddenly rang out.
Following the sound, the first thing he saw was a grimacing face, and then a pair of white shoes on that face.
