Chapter 22: Met a Ghost at Midnight (1)

Olive curled her lips, wanting to detour. However, that man moved the newspaper away and sat straightly. He passed a bottle of wine with confusing as well as beautiful eyes, “Hey, stay with me, I am lovelorn.” Olive looked around and found herself was closest to the bench while others were over ten meters away. The world never was short of lovelorn people. Somehow, she took the bottle in his hand, “Cheers for the lovelorn.” She newly broke up with someone. “Hey, aren’t all women...