"Twilight, you're back!" Flower such as Mo just to turn back to take care of you long night to hear the sound of surprise.

when Hua rushes back, she sees the dusk smoke coming in with a cold face. At this time, the dusk smoke can't be described as light as smoke. Because, her temperament has been less of a ethereal spirit, and more of a dead heart. The half of the destroyed face is not decorated, half beautiful, and half ugly.

and in her arms lies a cute little boy, who is lovingly sucking his fingers while looking at the strange new environment around him.

Hua rushes over, chuckles...