After breaking the shadow in front of him countless times, Ji Fange didn't know what he was still longing for in vain?
One by one, the engraved faces passed by, and those details were gradually covered with mist.
Although the years are not stained by the dust of time, they cannot retain the way they came.
Maybe maybe,
Try again, try again, she can still sing ordinary songs.
Purpose: After so many years, it should be a mere waste of good times and good times. Who should I tell you?
