Leng Xue held her hand and didn't speak, but Jin Lang said: "brother, don't worry. All of longchen continent know that your majesty is single-minded to you. He will never do anything sorry to you. Even if he does, it must be just because he can't hold it for a while. He won't have the heart to bear you."

the door of the house is close. The flower grasps the cold snow's hand and it hurts.

as a woman, Leng Xue naturally knows that Hua Rumo is so nervous at this time, but she can't persuade her. In fact, she is more like scolding flowers like a stranger.

just now...