It's night, the devil porch closed his eyes, the evil spirit lying on the rocking chair, looking at the boundless sea. There will still be a figure of a woman in my mind, with a smile in white.

is such a lonely miss, but was broken by a low cry. Mo Xuan stands up and presses his long finger on his forehead. He doesn't understand Lingxiao's feelings. In his world, he loves someone as long as he tries to get it. Maybe the way is wrong, but this is faith! He meditated for a moment, turned to open the door, ready to go next door to care about his benefactor....