In the old park.
The time had gradually reached the afternoon.
But since it was winter, even in the afternoon, the weather was still very cold.
A cold wind blew, brushing Fang Yi's black hair across his forehead. He held a cigarette at the corner of his mouth and patiently watched the alluring woman in front of him, not knowing what was on her mind.
Of course, even if he did know, Fang Yi probably wouldn't care.
Other people's affairs are just that, other people's affairs, unrelated to him.
That cup of hot tea remained untouched by Fang Yi, and as the cold wind blew, the tea gradually cooled.
Suddenly, Su Lu, standing in front of Fang Yi, turned pale red. She clutched her chest tightly, seemingly trying to suppress something, but crimson blood still trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Fang Yi's expression was very calm, seemingly unperturbed, as he sat on the stone bench looking rather coldhearted.
