The person saw so many people standing in front, so he slightly stepped aside to give way. Ling Momo, following the staff, inadvertently turned her head and immediately felt that the world was really small, always catching you off guard.
In the distance was the blinding sunlight, making this area not so bright. The man was wearing a neat suit, his black soft hair slightly swaying, perhaps because he had walked a bit hurriedly, his breath a little erratic, his lips slightly red and curved with a warm, friendly smile.
Such a Lu Niange, Ling Momo was very familiar with.
A man as gentle as water.
In Ling Momo's chest, a deep ache started to emanate. She followed the staff, walking stiffly forward, gradually approaching Lu Niange.
