As he finished speaking, he left with a peal of laughter.
Inside the room, only Elvis remained, his face red as he stared at the body of his girlfriend lying on the ground, and with a "thud," he knelt down and hugged her body, weeping loudly.
Hearing the crying coming from behind,
Endric remained expressionless.
"Trash is trash; all they can do is cry!"
When this news reached the ears of the "Three Sons" of the Gulf Group, the trio simultaneously maintained their silence.
They started to shrink their heads.
...
The rain poured down heavily in Mexico.
How to describe it?
Under the hazy city, the ground was full of broken reflections.
A little girl, huddled under the eave of the television station's entrance, wearing a summer short sleeve, was soaked and shivered with her eyes closed, muttering, "Mommy…"
Suddenly, a beam of light flashed.
