He was picked back just because of his black hair and eyes, and the remaining semblance of compatriotism.
I never thought I would live with him because of this.
The Chinese that is so raw that I can't speak it is disgusting, and even the wanton and wanton aura about me is annoying. But why can't he be kicked out, just like why can't he be accepted openly?
When difficulties come one after another, when separation is a foregone conclusion, do you still have the heroic words of a young man to face the helpless past and future? Do you really have the courage to bring this person back to you?
Modern, exotic, warm, slightly sadistic
the story is a gift, for my Vikki