At that time, he could immediately spot Qin Mo, who was wearing an apricot-yellow warm velvet jacket. When he passed by her, he would always smell the scent of late spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
After a few days, the face that always seemed calm was much colder than before, and instead of it, the luxurious fragrance of the Lingluo store in the second neighborhood was smelled on his body, which could be smelled from a distance.
Also being replaced, Luo Jingshu understood, was himself...
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