Sitting until six o’clock in the afternoon, a middle-aged man came up to me. Is it Mr. Jiang Yule?

I looked up at him as a straight western man with white gloves in his hands. I nodded yes. He said I’m a driver. Come with me. I’ll take you to another place. People are waiting for you. I got up and walked with him. There was a Ssangyong parked at the door. He helped …

Baili Diane couldn’t help flashing her face slightly, feeling lost. You don’t comfort me.

It’s beautiful. I mean it from the heart, not from comfort. Fool, who will scar? I know you are good to me, but you don’t comfort me. You’re the fool. I’m real. Although it’s a way for you to erase the scar, it may have left a shadow on your heart, but it’s still like …