Brian keeps frowning and doesn’t respond until the big raindrops fall, and his ears are surrounded with the screams of the passers-by. He withdraws his gaze and turns away slightly. “Florence, could it be said that it is me who have pushed you into desperation?” It has rained all night, washing away all the unknown traces.

Florence gets up early in the morning, prepares breakfast and lunch for Nelson, and goes out alone. Probably due to the drizzle last night, it is so hot today. It’s just nine o'clock in the morning, and the sun is already hot enough to make people sweat. Florence wears a very thick puppet suit, stands on the street and hands out leaflets to passers-by. In this way, she holds on all morning, almost fainting under the condom, but fortunately she persists to the end. She takes a few gulps of ice water with a rush and regains her strength, but she is also a little dizzy. Welcome to Flying Lines to read the whole novel!

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