C162 A Masochist

Hsiao Tianlih gently stroked Xia Anran's picture, as if he was immersed in his own world. After a long time, Hsiao Tianlih suddenly withdrew his hand. He smiled strangely again. "Xia Anran must be crying now, right? Call her."

Hsiao Tianlih raised his hand and gently touched his chest. He felt a little heartache about what happened to Xia Anran today