Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

The car drove through half the city, into an average residential area, and finally stopped in a familiar spot.,It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.。