C185 The Pain of Telepathy

France, Paris.

It was night, and the sky was getting dark. The heat in the air had dissipated a little. It was warm, and it lingered in the air.

The weather was getting warmer day by day, and the only thing that was on the carpet was the only thing. Leaning against a pillow, he was fiddling with a car Yuu Xiangbei had bought for him.

The only thing that had developed was his body. Soon