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.,Even if she did nothing, just standing there or speaking a word, or even just being in the same place as him, would make him feel much more at ease.,The car drove through half the city, into an average residential area, and finally stopped in a familiar spot.。