A woman wearing heavy makeup and a pair of sunglasses that covered most of her face looked up at the airport where she was picking up relatives and friends.
The brute force of pushing through the crowd occupied a powerful position in the front row.
Isn't that someone else? I've been seeing him for a long time. Could it be that he hasn't seen me yet? Could it be that I'm wearing too much makeup today?
As a result, the person who was going to be picked up was picked up by someone else. This love blossom lasted for years! There are beauties everywhere you go.
"Are there any obvious marks?"
"Sunglasses."
I burst into tears, is this a pick-up?
Mainly relaxed and joyful.
The fine pink heart can't bear your abuse of me.