C425 Hanging on a reel not to be changed for a hundred years.

In the early hours of the morning, the entire city was enveloped by a layer of misty drizzle. The fog condensed in the air, and under the dim lighting, it looked like a floating net, which appeared very strange and sad.

Gu Junyang ran through almost all the streets and alleys before finally finding her in a corner.

Slowly, his steps came to a stop, and his chest heaved