C537 Documents of Chu Wenyang

Grief, hatred, and anger. This was the present Lee Qinghao.

I silently retracted my gaze and sat under the tree to smoke. Lee Qinghao and I had a silent relationship, so everything went without saying.

Soon, a drizzle began to fall from the sky. It was evening, and the rain fell through the leaves onto my face. I lit up my eighth cigarette