The capital at night opens up in full bloom, filled with all kinds of sparkling colors.
Peter stood on the balcony outside the room, hands on the railing, observing the whole city, through the dazzling light of cars and intertwined lights, very infatuated with people. But he was still silent, his glossy black eyes in the dark seemed to have something to think about, a kind of depth that made people unable to see through.
When Qin Zhen pushed open the door, he saw Jing Yan like this, with a straight back, wide black windbreaker lifted by the night wind with a clear but cold curvature. She stupidly, gently opened her mouth to break the silence: "Brother Peter, why don"t you come here to eat with us? Uncle Canh"s face doesn"t say, but he still misses you."
Peter"s hand grasped the raili
