"Jiang Li, let me ask you one last question, will you surrender?"
"No surrender."
"Jiang Li, do you know? You are the first person who has made me so helpless." Ling Jian turned around and took a deep breath, "I... Have never been so frustrated..."
"Ling Jian, I don't hate you at all. In fact, for fifteen years, I have been suppressing my desire to hate you." Jiang Li poked his heart with his finger, "Because once I hate you, you will appear here, and this feeling makes me feel extremely sick."
Dongfeng Desert holds my son's hand and grows old together with him.
Fifteen years ago, I smiled affectionately at me, and my hair was born early.