A Ghost Sent a God

Before she knew it, she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, it was still dark outside. Looking through the French window, there was a different meaning under the red and green lights.

"What's wrong?" The man felt her body move. There was an indescribable worry in his tone.

Xia Qinglee nodded slightly and shook her head calmly. "I am just thinking about how Leng Yan is now. Is he watching everything from the sky? Is there a chill in his heart?"

She only felt that Leng Yan was still young and did not understand the deception between adults. Now everything had calmed down. Under the night sky, all the emotions were growing crazily like seaweed.

Only then did Lu Qian sigh. He held her in his arms and looked at her eyes that were slightly red. His heart ached as he rubbed her shoulder with his chin.