C441 "it's My Fault."

It was late at night.

The sky was as dark as ink, and only the moon hung in the sky. The cold moonlight gently sprinkled down and shone through the glass window into the dark room.

There was a man sitting on the European-style sofa next to the window. He leaned back lazily on the sofa and hid his head in the darkness. Under the moonlight, his long legs crossed each other