Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,Fu Hanlin placed both hands on the steering wheel, pursed his lips, and raised his eyes to look at the twelfth floor. She moved out. Will she come back to live here again,He sat in the car for a while before starting it and driving away from the neighborhood.。