Although a little narcissistic, as the only little butterfly of fate, no matter what inexplicable changes occur in other people's life trajectories.

No need to reason...it’s right that the problem lies with me!

But lately, I seem to be spending most of my time at home writing code, searching for information, and planning my life.

Apart from the usual brief contact with each other for dinner, he didn't seem to have done anything particularly out of the ordinary, right?

emm…

In addition to singing a song for Yan Weiwei...

rash:"……"

Illusion! This must be my own illusion!

Yan Weiwei, whose brain is mostly composed of muscles, cannot be so love-minded!

I want to strongly deny this possibility, but my mind inexplicably reminds me of the pair of eyes that seemed to be twinkling under the starry sky that night on the beach...

Meng Lang felt a little bad.

what is this?

You can speak nonsense truthfully, but you can't sing nonsense songs?

The price of plagiarism...is it so tragic...
Chapter completed!