C187

"Lights, photography, everything in place."

"tANCTION!"

The lights were dim. In the simple and unadorned café, He Jiu Qi sat feebly in the huge, hard, and cold room. The dim yellow chandelier emitted a lonely ray of light, which left a layer of haziness on He Qi's body. July's hands trembled as she held the white and cold letter. The words on it didn't feel warm