2020-04-24 21:40
Modified:
description
<p> Zhao Mu was tapping on the window again. </p> <p> Li Yu opened his eyes, it was exactly midnight. One tap after another, this young man, Zhao Mu, who studied music has always had a special sense of rhythm. </p> <p> One long, one short, like he was trying to convey a message, Li Yu was dazed for a moment then closed his eyes in silence, tears rolled down the corner of his eyes and landed silently on the pillow, leaving a faint mark. </p> <p> "I love you, too." </p> <p> He whispered, "I love you, too." </p>
rss-feeder