As long as I cross that ditch, I can grasp my happiness, but when I firmly move forward, the original ditch has turned into an abyss, cut off the beauty I longed for.

**

[stop],

street, the sound of a loud drink in the ears, with the loud drink, two arms have a large tattoo, wearing a black shoulder in the flow of men chasing a small boy, pedestrians on the road have to avoid, some curious people, but also on the roadside whisper to watch the lively.

Xia Yimo looked at the boy who was being chased in front of her. Her eyes were unbelievable, but she followed with...