"Why do you send that hairpin to Xiaoming?" Xirui is full of jealous words from behind the rockery. I want to go away, but my feet seem to be filled with lead and can't be lifted up.

"ha ha, even if you play, you have to do something like that, don't you?" The soft voice of Mo Li is like a sharp knife, which stabs me in the heart.

play It turns out, and everything I have, for him, is just acting

"what's more, the hairpin is not a valuable thing..."

"but you have never sent a hairpin to someone else..." The voice came into my ears, my right hand...