The Small Building Has a Bright Moon

"Girl, my little girl." They touched each other's foreheads, and he called softly, his eyes filled with deep affection that couldn't be melted away, as if he couldn't get enough of her, as if he couldn't get enough of her, and couldn't get enough of her. "He made a joke just by saying something casually, but I want to do some drama with him? I don't want this kind of affection, this kind of love." "Our fate is over, and our love ends here." Although the woman in red said it simply, she still shed two tears, feeling helpless.