C299

I don't know who to listen to. Sometimes it's the old me who came out to tell me, to make me less in contact with Soong Moran, and sometimes my gaze falls on Soong Moran, as if his words are true …

Soong Moran saw me hesitate, so he pulled me into his arms.

I couldn't dodge in time and was carried away by him.

My hand is at a loss, I don't even know where to put it