Chapter 3311, regret, bear the result

and stare at the agreement in front of you with disbelief!

is there any ink that will disappear with time?

the words of the shadow are floating in her ears. Every sentence is like inserting a knife in her heart!

I think of "little luck" in the restaurant. I think of the careful machine that Qinglan used to eliminate the pen to make an agreement. I think of the unforgettable summer when Qinglan was skinny and insisted on running with her for a long time just to buy contact lenses

Qingya wails in the blue room! He loves her. He has always loved her....