Under the locust tree in the Saibei compound, Boying's eyes that looked so much like SAM finally became clear, flowers flew by, and no one spoke. "Mu Ping, I... Really like you."
The waning moonlight is just beautiful, and the immersed Zishe outlines a smile as light as ink. "Ping'er, why can't you choose me?"
The dew was getting thicker, and Mu Xi's normally elegant face turned out to be gorgeous and crazy against the backdrop of roses. She clutched onto her robe pleadingly, "Sister, why can't you let me do it this time?!"