Mürongrong didn't know whether she liked the Zhuang Linmu who was able to help others when encountering difficulties; or whether she liked the Zhuang Linmu who was unruly and unruly in front of everyone; or whether she liked the Zhuang Linmu who was afraid of loneliness and longed to be cared for.
Many years later, Mu Rongrong still couldn't help but smile when she recalled those youthful and fleeting years.
She turned off the light and placed a soft kiss on the man's beautiful sleeping face.
In my unfortunate time, you are my luck.