"Really not coming to my place?"
Elaine looked at the girl in front of her, her eyes gentle, her voice soft.
"No, to avoid disturbing your peaceful life, I won't go." Claire Green smiled and said, "I'm leaving."
She turned around, waved her hand, and her figure blended into the darkness.
Staring at her back for a while, Elaine finally smiled; this girl now dares to say anything.
But that's good too.
Compared to before, she liked the current Claire Green more.
...
Taking a taxi back to the neighborhood, Claire Green's cold eyes glanced to the left, then walked to the right.
Opening the long-sealed house, she didn't turn on the lights and casually threw herself onto the sofa.
Suddenly.
A low laugh escaped her throat, sarcastic and repressed.
Indeed, once you get used to the hustle and bustle, the quiet feels uncomfortable.
At this time, the phone rang abruptly.
