Cheng Nuo stood in front of her, unable to say a word. Her arm was behind her back. There was a layer of goose bumps on her arm because of nervousness. She held the other wrist with one hand. She used her hand to tighten and loosen it unconsciously. It seemed that she was tightening the line for herself to prevent tears from falling out. All, absurd or love, all, all, she could not open up to...