Doting Marriage, Seizing Ex-Wife

Five years later. On the flight from France to City A in China, Mo Xiaomo was wearing a short and medium-length goose-yellow gauze skirt, with three thousand hair strands hanging down on her chest. There were two little buns sleeping quietly beside her, while she looked out the window at the blue sky and silently recited: I'm back. Mo Xiaomo leaned against the window of the plane and looked into the distance. The misty clouds outside the window were embedded in the blue sky, reflecting the brilliance of the sun, which was very colorful. People say: love is deep, hate is deep. But she felt that her life was a bit more ethereal than the clouds outside the window. The thoughts that had been sealed for a long time were opened, and the man was ruthless...