An Xiaoyu sat on the sacred chair that she wanted to sit on when she passed the 2nd grade.
Looking around, the gorgeous palace was empty.
It seemed like she was the only one.
An Xiaoyu smiled bitterly, it was obviously her dream to sit in this position. Why do I feel so cold now?
It was so cold that even my heart froze.
It's like letting that person come back to warm your cold heart.
But that will never be possible. Haha, I obviously know that he is no longer here. What more could you hope for?
If you can go back to the past. I will definitely hug you well.
Trust me, Gan Bai.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
