C139 What Right Do I Have to Say That

The night was dark and full of stars.

A gust of wind blew past the man's black hair, which was hanging at his waist. It blew a little and floated to his shoulder. Under the cover of the cold moonlight, it made him feel a little lonely.

Qin Chengzhi leaned against the roof and looked at the lights of the tens of thousands of houses. His dark eyes were less bright