"You won't ask her. She's the one who pulled you out of her own way, right?" Rong Jing asked again.

she stood on the wall with a light smile. She seemed to evaluate the matter objectively as an outsider, but she was like a jealous woman. She just wanted to wash the white for her sweetheart and draw a clear line with the white lotus.

in this way, more than ten years ago, he wanted to hear it. Although he was late for more than ten years, now he still feels warm. He likes such a woman. He likes this woman. He likes every smile and every word of her!...