C119 Love Letters(27)

Long, short.

Chung Jingchen straightened his aching back. What could be related to length? He looked down and could not help but laugh. He would never admit that his brain had been painted with yellow paint.

Chung Jingchen put the score into his pocket and continued to push open the next room. It looked like a cloakroom. The clothes, hats, and shoes were all separated by partitions