At o'clock in the night, crowds of people flocked to the crossroads from all directions, and then dispersed in all directions. There were sparks in the air, and there was no wind at all. People who were so hot wanted to climb up the walls.
On a night like this, a quiet heart may not be cool, let alone the heart in the chest that is constantly turbulent.
The Private Inn is far away from the busy city, close to the suburbs, and is next to a pond. The sound of insects is chirping one after another. It won't stop working for a while, and there is no sense of "go to bed early and get up early to be a good baby".
In the corridor on the third floor, the aunt pushed the cleaning cart past. She suddenly stopped and turned to look at the room number 302 next to her.
"That's strange. Why did you think you heard someone crying just now?"
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