The afterglow of the setting sun sets, and the desolation is nowhere to be found.
Deep in the plum blossoms, He Xiaomei was quietly in a daze.
He finally left, and all the grudges were gone with him.
Just why. . . . Something's stuck in my throat
Li Gexiao gently put on his coat and sighed softly.
. . . . . .
From now on, I will take good care of you and the child.