Han yichu looked at her. She was beautiful, and under the fireworks, she looked even more beautiful.
Han yichu's heart trembled for some reason, and it hurt a little.
He really wanted to take her to the bustling city and not let her have such a heart-wrenching figure.
However, han yichu's footsteps were as heavy as lead.
The sound of fireworks reminded him of the gunshots in the fire.
It also seemed like she was the person he had been looking for for a long time.
Han yichu really felt like she had searched for her thousands of times, but when she looked back, the person was in the dim light.
He took a deep breath to let the suffocating feeling in his heart dissipate a lot. Then, he walked toward Huang qingwu step by step.
Huang qingwu was immersed in the past and did not know that han yichu had come.
Han yichu looked at the person in front of her, then at Huang qingwu's back, and her heart trembled for some reason.
