Lu Wenhe gently stroked her hair, lowered his head and kissed Xia Qing's forehead.
It was a pity kiss.
He blamed himself for why he treated Ah Qing so badly before.
Lu Wenhe lowered his head.
Wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Baby, you are the love of my life."
Xia Qing shattered the sunset and picked up the afterglow.
Lu Wenhe looked young and arrogant when he was young.
Putting down the peripheral vision, it was his dazzling light.
Intention: pure love