C104 Love Is like Searching for Soup

The heavy night was bleak.

Love was like searching for soup. He did not know how cold and warm it was, but he still enjoyed it.

Jiang Yin walked on the road absentmindedly. Zuo Zheng did not say a word. He held a cigarette in his hand. His mood was heavy.

Jiang Yin squatted on the side of the road. His eyes gradually lost focus. He could not see clearly, but he did not say anything