Chapter 380, Shangxiang

is like water for years and plain clothes like flowers.

Mu stood in the window and looked up at jeeps downstairs, white linen dresses fluttering in the night.

Night fingers, fine hair, are wantonly pulling the heartstrings of girls in the bright starlight, between eyebrows, full of nostalgia, waiting for Lang to return.

When Lingxian's car drove out of the yard, the headlights were as warm as a pot of spring, completely dim in her eyes, she knew that he had really gone.

Dropped eyes, sour nose.

Put one hand on her shoulder at the right time, and the lime birdie nestled beside Mutian, smiling: "Are you...