C261 A Knife on the Color Header

He slept until around five in the afternoon. The sky outside was still bright, but it looked like it was getting darker. A touch of the setting sun, vanishing in the horizon outside the window, the red of the horizon is still brilliant.

Lee Rui dragged his body that had recovered its vitality out of the room and into the living room. Zhao Kuafu was sitting in the living room watching TV