Mu Yichen's face was as cold as ice.
The photos were like snowflakes falling everywhere. Even if you didn't look carefully, you would know that there were only two protagonists. In the past few days, every drop of them, every drop of them, or every drop before they went abroad, was within the scope of control.
After a pause, he picked up a photo—it was a photo taken in the downtown area at night.
In the misty drizzle, she gently lay on his back and slept very well. The entire noisy street, as their background, could almost feel the coldness of the drizzle, the peace and warmth of that night.
Mu Yichen put the photos back on the table and said slowly, "You either live here, or you can find another hotel to stay if you don't want to live here. You should be very tired from taking the pla
