The weather in Huaimin City is still cloudless. The New Year is approaching and there is a lively and festive atmosphere everywhere. Only the two houses near Baiyuan are still deserted.
The feeling of hangover was not good, and his temples were throbbing with pain. Dalton Lin turned over and sat up. The sunlight was divided into small spots by the window and fell on the ground. The quilt on his body was messy, and his mobile phone was pressed under him all night. .
Dalton Lin's confused brain finally woke up a little from the pain.
I couldn't help but blurted out: "I was waiting for you, but you didn't come."
It's like a person trapped in a nightmare who still can't tell whether he is in reality or not after waking up, chattering endlessly about the tangled words in the dream.
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