"Why are you so stubborn? Give up Wanniang, you can't save her."
The moonlight poured down, and I was blocked at the entrance of the alley. I stood in the dark and stared fiercely at the young man in front of me.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, there is still baby fat on his face. There is only a small mole under his left eye, which can match a more mature person.
"Lu Shaoming, if you say one more word, don't come looking for me again."
"Wan Niang, I am doing this for your own good, you..."
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