Color

That ink-colored figure is still guarding this valley with a daze, and the flying gauze lingering under the shade of the trees always makes Bai Ying feel distressed, as if a gust of wind blows, and Mo Hen falls down. But the man in red clothes, like a flame, still stayed with that lonely figure, supporting him and giving him the support he needed... Bai Ying, dressed in white, with three thousand black silk hanging down to his waist, the heroic spirit between his brows faintly revealed his good looks. He likes to stand behind Mo Hen and look at the figure in front of him dreamily... Occasionally, he will be jealous of the man in red, why he can always be so close to Mo Hen, but he always has to watch from a distance... I moved this article to Motie and renamed it: Acacia Fu http://www. Motie. Com/book/47958