Anti-Bone

On the day my mother passed away, my father brought Bai Yueguang and her son into the house. Bai Yueguang opened the room with a smile. The man's back was straight and his face was calm and calm. I huddled in the corner in pain, and my father dragged me out to call someone. If I didn't call, I would be beaten. Ten years later, the man's eyes were red, and he knelt down and hugged his mother, with a sense of decadence from the inside out. "Are you pretending all this?" I chuckled, curling my lips and leaning against his ear. "It's just a game, why should we take it seriously?" "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."