Being held by xiamo Feng, he began to be a little crazy. Chu zhaoyue stopped to take a clear picture of himself, and her eyes were so complicated that she didn't hear what xiamo Feng was talking about at all.

summer desert wind holds Chu zhaoyue's hands in a long but powerful hand, gently ranges her shoulder, lets her firmly lean on her own body, leans over Chu zhaoyue's hearing ear which just was covered by the disordered mood for a moment, the refreshing soft voice, with thick heartache: "yue'er, don't be too harsh on yourself, you and me. So, no matter what happens, I hope you can be kind...