He turned around and saw Zhou Mingri standing there, frowning slightly. Her white clothes made her fair and somewhat transparent, and her dark eyes were full of questions and anger. Her whole person looked full of life in the sun. This was the first time An Yiyan looked at a girl so seriously, but her eyes did not stop on him and walked straight over, "Look, you stepped on her."
He was stunned. When he came back to his senses, she was standing in front of him, her hands on her hips, her fair face flushed with a strange blush, "Who are you?"
Many years later, he would never forget this moment. The girl in his heart spoke to him, with a camellia as beautiful and pure as her behind him.