Sorry.
Well, it doesn't matter.
Sorry.
Well, it doesn't matter…
The love for Henry Zhang seems to have become a deep-rooted habit. In the end, it was squandered by the other party. The appearance of Xu Ying was like a lively firework, which made me shake. It seemed that in addition to loving others wholeheartedly, I could also be loved by others wholeheartedly and enjoy the tenderness of being held in the palm of my hand. But why, when I was deep in the mud, I saw someone else's figure from those tender eyes...