But there are men who can't express their endless sadness and tears.

Wang Yu walked to the living room and sat down, holding a cigarette in his index finger and middle finger, staring at the TV...

On the dining table, Lin Yao turned her head and looked straight at Wang Yu's silent appearance.

Bai Wei also seemed to know that she had said the wrong thing just now, why did she feel so uncomfortable and so guilty?

Wang Yu fed the cigarette to his mouth, and this look lasted for at least ten seconds.

Lin Yao quickly arrived beside him, took out a spare lighter under the coffee table, and unskidly digging the pulleys.

The fire was turned on several times, but because my thumb couldn't hold the iron piece down, the fire went out again.

Just when Lin Yao's eyes were red, Wang Yu held her hands in warm hands.

The moment she tilted the pulley, she pressed her fingertips and let the flames thump thump.

Wang Yu turned his head and lit it with a cigarette in his mouth.

The firelight can make Wang Yu's face red, but it cannot illuminate his eyes. There is really no light in it, and there is only a little indescribable loneliness...

This is the first time Lin Yao has seen Wang Yu so depressed...
Chapter completed!