Outside the window, the lights of thousands of houses and the bright lights of the city are twinkling. The stars are shining brightly in the clear night sky. Although the wind is cold everywhere, there are always people who have warmth in their hearts...
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at the same time.
Luochen was sitting in the guest room opposite. The building here was excellent and soundproofed everywhere.
The window was open, and the cold wind blew in and hugged his face, causing little goosebumps to appear on his milky white face.[
He just sat motionless on the bed, quietly listening to the sound of the wind outside the window and the faint sound of car horns. He gradually became familiar with all this, but he could not suppress the sadness in his heart.
In the world of emotions, there is always one person who is the most hurt.
Luochen's previous soul was attached to Xiaoguai. He was originally an abandoned kitten, but he accidentally got into the palace and was adopted by Bai Yao. If it hadn't been for Bai Yao, the cat would have died long ago, and his soul would have died too.
There's only one chance.
Therefore, Bai Yao is his rebirth benefactor.
But now, she is with another man and she is happy.
Luo Chen smiled faintly and tried his best to brush away the sadness in his heart. It would be great if she was happy. He had to work hard to find a second woman. Even if he was not his favorite, he still wanted to try what it was like to be a lover.
He flipped through Bai Yao's previous photo album that he took from the study room.
It turns out that Bai Yao looked like this before.
Although he is not as stunning as he is now, he still looks extremely upright and looks very comfortable.
Luo Chen caressed the photos carefully, fell on the bed, and slowly fell asleep holding her photo album...
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at the same time.
Murong Zixuan was sitting in a bar, drinking wine depressedly.
Over the years, he has always thought of the day Bai Yao was shot.
There are various escort girls in the bar, and young people on the stage are twisting their waists, reveling and dancing energetically.
The smell of alcohol, cigarettes, perfume, etc. blended together. Murong Zixuan smoked cigarettes one by one, but the lighter in his hand was touched. He turned his head and saw a man wearing a white sweater and a large red coat.