He saw the front-page photograph at a glance, the one in the center was the album cover photo of Luo Xiaoqian.
In the photo, Luo Xiaoqian wore no makeup, stunningly beautiful, holding the key dangling from the necklace in her hand, looking as if she were about to open a door.
Lightning flashed in his mind once again.
Leng Zimo looked at the newspaper in front of him, but what he saw was a chaotic scene, accompanied by a cacophony of sounds.
"I'm a human, what gives you the right to tell me to get lost..."
"I'm sorry, Leng Zimo!"
"With you, there's no unrest, because longing is more powerful than anyone else, because loneliness takes advantage of the void, because the sunny days and rainy days of love coexist simultaneously in the heart, this is love, Leng Zimo, this is love..."
"I ran up from the first floor... I just... I just want to say... Leng, Zi, Mo, I, love, you!"
...
In the hotel, a girl shivered under cold water...
