Jasmine Lin touched her left hand, it was empty, and she tilted her head to look at–
He is not watching a movie.
The slender five fingers encircle the body of the coke cup, the joints are cold and white, like a jade work of art.
With his eyelids drooping, half of his exposed eyes stared at the straw thoughtfully.
Jasmine Lin didn’t know what he was looking at.
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