As an older brother, Bai Bai felt that he was really incompetent. The 2945th day that Xiaoshu could not speak in front of him had passed, and he still had no choice. Sometimes Baibai cries when he looks at the little tree, his eyes looking at each other full of sorrow. Little tree, little tree, how I want to give you an ethereal singing voice.
Brother, don't cry. Xiaoshu signed to Bai Bai. Xiaoshu is always here. The sun shines down, and golden particles surround the elder brother and the boy. What does it matter? It would be great if the little tree has an elder brother.