Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

After finishing his day's work, Fu Hanlin walked out of the spirit hall and to a willow tree in the courtyard. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and lit one.,It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,Fu Hanlin rolled down his car window and sat in the car for a while. He didn't plan to go upstairs to find her. Tomorrow was his grandfather's funeral, and he still had some things to deal with at home.。