Master, Please Be Gentle

After an unknown amount of time, Qingluan reached out and touched his swollen and painful lips, stood up and walked to the dressing table. There were no tears on the face of the person in the mirror, but the infinite sadness in his eyes would make flowers fall off his face. With familiar movements, she took out a delicate iron box from the drawer and opened it carefully. The mint scent that hit her face made her head clearer. She lightly dipped in the green ointment and applied it carefully to the corners of her mouth. She looked through the mirror at Ximen Zhuo, who had his eyes closed to relax, and a smile gradually appeared on her face. Foster father, do you know? Qingluan has never given up the idea of ​​leaving you since he came to you. Thinking of the situation in the front hall yesterday, in front of me...