C170 Always Protect You

The wind was cold. Standing on the balcony, he could see the endless neon lights.

Lin Han'er was wearing the T-shirt that Xing Mo Yang had left at home, looking out the window alone. She didn't know where Xing Moyang was right now. Was he the same as her? An indescribable feeling of longing.

Just like her, Xing Mo Yang drove his car through the dark streets, his whereabouts unknown