Her first glance is always profound.
Ye Cang recalled the first time he saw her - huddled in her mother's arms, delicate and delicate, as if she would break easily if she was rubbed. But his whole body was warm, and through the dim candlelight, it warmed his heart.
When Ying Yuelin saw her for the first time, he just thought she was a ball of fire, accompanied by a pleasant ringtone. When the night wind blew, her whole body burned up, as if the dark sky was on fire. She was not worthy of her name at all——
Ling Shuang.