"Yang Mumu, have you ever thought that others will never remember you as the drunkard Fang Qun's daughter, nor as the dependent Fang Mumu." Yang Mochen looked at me indifferently, "The only thing the world remembers is Yang Qiliu's daughter, Yang Mumu." His pupils were black as hell, and my figure was so humble in that darkness.
I struggled in such a dream, even though I knew it was a dream, I was still stuck in it.
The pink little boy held her hand and said, "Sister, give me a hug." His eyes were so bright and clear, and they were a pair of eyes that everyone would like.