บท 1367: An Encounter is A Miracle

Shen Qianshu asked, "… Are you telling a love story?"

Not a ghost story?

Not a horror story?

"Yes."

"…" Shen Qianshu was speechless.

Ye Ling stared at her. In those amber eyes, there was a lonely pond. It was unfathomable, and it seemed to be hiding something very deep. It was hard to see and hard to see through.

"Do you think that it is a very simple and normal thing to fall in love?"

The senses of the little angel, who had a strong desire for survival, had not responded, but her body had answered for her honestly as she shook her head.