"How could that be? In Yimo Yisheng's debut album, why would there be a photo of a woman? As everyone knows, Yimo Yisheng is gay," Mo Xixi said, sighing. The world's good men are either someone else's husband or serving other men. Women really have a tough time.
Mo Xixi felt somewhat sad, losing even the desire to play with Maggie, so she left early.
In Xia You's mind, that photo lingered. She could be sure that the person in the photo was a woman. Although, just as Mo Xixi said, the photo did not clearly show the person's height or appearance, and the woman was squatting with her knees hugged, obscuring her face. But Xia You just knew that the woman's silhouette gave her a sense of familiarity, as intimate as seeing herself.
In the courtyard where vegetation withered in autumn, a song suddenly flowed. It was Yimo Yisheng's debut song, "Yimo Yisheng's Angel."
We are nine angels who fell to the mortal realm,
Flapping our white wings,
God has given us blessings,
