As her long fingers caressed the yellowed pages
He saw that "it would be better to have broken jade than to have it intact"
When she gazed at the forest full of cherry blossoms
He saw the warmest and silent smile
When she fell like a broken butterfly in front of him
He saw a blush reflected in her eyes
A fan of Net King, brother and sister (fake), revenge, wandering between the pits of novella and novel, be careful when entering.
I wrote Xiaolang to change from being a pseudo-sister to being a pseudo-sister. Embarrassing.