Feeling the door upstairs opened, Sarah Fu raised his head and saw Qin Long standing on the edge of the stairs.
Qin Long’s eyes widened fiercely, and he stared blankly at Sarah Fu sitting on the sofa. She looked at her expressionlessly as if looking at an insignificant stranger.
It’s completely different from the smile that always shows Livor in the memory, and Baiban is not a taste for a while.
The memories of past and present life are mixed together, so that Qin Long’s brain is as painful as a tear, but his expressionless stiffness is motionless.
Qin Long’s mood fluctuated too much, which made Sarah Fu somewhat puzzled.
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