Cen Ruoshuang thought that she would never see Xiao Xi again in this life, but contrary to expectations, they still met.
Xiao Xi originally thought that he would no longer be related to Cen Ruoshuang, but that soft "oh" made his already fast-beating heart and thoughts stop.
Ji Qiao looked on coldly and came to the conclusion that the two of them were a masochistic person.
Regardless of the fact that her eyes were blocked by the thick lenses, Lily stubbornly blinked her big eyes and looked at the oil bottle with a pure and questioning look like a little white rabbit, and received another blank stare...
This is an autumn story
The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying;
The autumn wind is blowing and frost is falling.