Zongxia took a breath, covered his blanket again, turned the light to the darkest, and sat down beside him.

his face seems to be a little tired. He just took over the work in the capital. He has been a lot of maladjusted. His eyebrows were tightly wrinkled in the dream, as if there was something unforgettable in the dream.

Zong Xia looked at Shen yuecang's face with some heartache. He felt his body temperature by touching his fingertips on his cheek. It seemed that he was familiar with it, but he became strange again.

since the news of Arlo's death came to her, she hasn't had close contact with...