Flowers, such as the sound of a stranger, want to come forward, but can't get close to him under the man's block. After a long time, the cough finally subsided.

at this moment, the flowers are still full of tears.

the man took out a silk scarf from his sleeve and wiped the corner of his mouth clean. After knowing that there was no trace, he turned around to face the flower like a stranger again. The corner of his mouth pulled and pulled out a smile. His eyes were as warm and clear as before, and nothing had happened like Buddha gang.

Hua rushes into a pain like a...