I owe you a love word

, cooling everything. In the midst of the bustling flow of people, the mixed sounds blend together like a faulty, noisy, headache symphony. Under the shady green camphor

lly knows how to tease. She was born blind, couldn't un

ask for directions. Unknown or unknown, suddenly starting a conversation with others makes Tran Canh Lam feel un

looking aw

ddenly appeared. As the jet-black eyes mov

nst the big shaggy camphor tree, turning his back to the bustling flow of people in the crowded streets.

the hem of his flat, unwrinkled trousers. Tran Canh Lam sat up straight and tilted his head to look. From where she came to him, neither to

there and ask him? Canh Lam the devil and Canh Lam the angel, each one of them gave very

htly. Judging from his facial expression, she suspected he was referring to Milky Barkery. Tran Canh Lam is half happy and half worried. While she was still trying to stabilize that troublesome respiratory system, the tall figure was slo

eeve of his shirt, almost passed the bench. Feeli

or directions... to

rt constantly blaming the deadly respiratory system. Even talk

her hand, making Ha Canh Lam startled. The b

Ma

her. Therefore, when these two seemingly ordinary words resounded, Tran Canh Lam was surprised. He acts one way, speaks another. It's the kind of person who likes

han

Lam lowered her eyes and immediately fell into contemplation. His voice is neithe

, sometimes there are stretches of green willow trees. He walked so fast that Tran Canh Lam didn't dare to ignore, he

is speed. In the sweltering midday sun, the flow of people gradually became sparse. On the empt

d against the tree trunk, panting several times. She should thank God for still loving her

inst a tree, the phone was

here a

the phone away as far as he could. Tran Canh Lam looked up startled. The sh

n! Do you wa