She stopped the car. The scorching sun was overhead, and she broke into a sweat just stepping out, yet she felt immensely refreshed. Lu Xiaojiu was earnestly taking photographs, and as someone determined to become a photographer, Lu Xiaojiu's photography skills were excellent.
Lu Bai held a cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the Jeep, unaware that he had become the most special model in Lu Xiaojiu's lens. Perhaps, only through the lens could she better express her fascination with Lu Bai. It was as if she was infatuated with someone she shouldn't be, yet was deeply enamored. She knew clearly that one step closer was an abyss, but she still helplessly watched herself standing on the edge of the cliff.
Xiao Bai, I like you.
Do you know?
Xiao Bai, you like me so much, do you feel troubled?
I feel troubled too.
Aunt Ling's concerns were right.
If she was alone in the abyss, that would be one thing. How could she bear to drag Xiao Bai into hell with her?
