Huang Qiangwei——
Eternal smile. Lin Xiaojie looked at the field of yellow roses in front of him. The cold lines on his face softened, and his eyes had a hint of warmth. Feng Luohe was a little dazed. For just a moment, Lin Xiaojie returned to his original cold expression. It seemed that he was dazzled?
Σ(° △ °|||)This is my first time writing, please criticize if it is not good.