Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, the room is still as it was when I left. In the dark night, no candles are even lit, only the Nanhai night pearl stored on the bar cabinet emits soft light.

"Why don't you light the lamp?" he asked to the only dark figure in the room.

The shadow froze, but turned its back to him and didn't speak.

"Light up the lamp, isn't there no acupuncture tonight?" He walked up to the man and lit the candle on the table.

The candlelight turned from weak to bright, and the light gradually diffused in the room, allowing him to see the man's face clearly.

"Are you angry?" He still habitually lifted his hair in front of his forehead.

Shui Wuya froze and shook his head instinctively.

He cupped his chin with one hand and looked at his face.

"Luomei..." The face in memory, every inch is the trace that he has searched, his Luomei...

"You..." As if seeing his abnormality, Shui Wuya frowned and asked.

"You just think I'm crazy." While speaking, he kissed deeply, rolling on Luomei's soft lips, savoring the fresh taste of white plums in the snowfall season in his memory.

Yes, he is crazy.On such a night, when faced with the fatal temptation of hope and finally disappointed, facing the face in front of him that is exactly the same as Luomei, how could he not go crazy...

"Hmm..." With sad eyes staring at the man close at hand, Shui Wuya finally understood that he... is still a substitute...