C174 Western Love Poems Are Minor Illnesses

"Zhe, that's interesting."

The rain was heavier than before. Yu Lian stood in front of Faang Zhe with a small blue umbrella in her hand.

Faang Zhe was hiding under the eaves of the house, leaning against the art wall behind him and smoking a cigarette. When he heard Yu Lian's words, he flicked his cigarette ash away in a carefree manner.

"After all