C257 Don't You Think It's Weird

When the first ray of sunlight from Venice shone through the curtain on the window frame, all sorts of different arc-shaped reflections were reflected on the floor, as if it was an exquisite number diagram.

On the first morning in a foreign land, Lu Shaochu woke up early after a good night's sleep.

He looked at Su Xiangwan, who was lying in his arms, and the corners of his lips curled up