The girl in the quagmire was still trembling with beauty, her beauty was vivid and vivid, Chi Yuwan, she was shining brightly in the smelly and rotten days, the light pierced Zhong Boyi's eyes and he could no longer see the people beside him clearly. "Yu Wan, Yu Wan, I, Zhong Boyi, hate seeing you late." The young man was aloof, guarding the eternal greenhouse of flowers in the quagmire. They look like they were made for each other, even if they are not from the same family
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
