Liszt regained his senses from the pain. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
He hurriedly pulled the earphones out of his ears.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the velvet sitting next to her. She did not look at him. Instead, she kept looking out of the window, like a puppet. She could not even feel her breath.
In the past, her eyes were always fixed on him!
The car was about to turn at the next intersection. Liszt drove the car into the slow lane in advance, relaxed the accelerator, and slowed down the speed.
He couldn't help but turn his head, eager to see his fluffy face.
The moment he turned his head, he saw from afar that An Mi'er was wearing the set of floral dress they bought when they were shopping. She was holding a foreigner's hand and walking intimately on the sid
