Mo Xinran released the staff from work early, she also packed up to leave, out of the file, somehow was slapped, where she still has the mood to continue to open shop.

The action in the hand is slightly sluggish, the brain inadvertently flickers over cold with the situation of Zhuangchun leaving, the corner of the mouth is scowling, but the bottom of the eyes is unknown sadness...

Back to the manor, in early spring, the flowers in the manor blossomed and a fragrance of flowers came to her face. She stood under the flower tree, letting the petals fall on her shoulders, the wind blew her long hair, and...