When the canary on the treetop looked at the blue sky and white clouds, composing poetry and the distance with its beautiful voice, Su Lian only remembered Xu Yanyu's tightly closed eyes.
"Repent?"
When she heard this question, Xu Yanyu pursed her lips and smiled for a long time, her eyebrows and eyes were as bright as the bright moon.
Of course he repented.
Concept: Inspiration
