in the dead of night, Rong Jing and xiaosilently held hands with each other. On the slow and empty street, the moonlight stretched their shadow to the elder.

"my mother, is uncle Ming really a smart man?" Put the Buddhist bone relic on Uncle Ming. I'm still a little uneasy in silence.

in fact, no one in the world can make xiaosilently feel at ease except her mother.

"don't worry." Rong Jing is a little absent-minded.

"mother, why did you change your mask?" Small silent ask again, the mother's gold mask has many, but like to take one.

"don't you think this mask goes well with clothes?" Asked Rong Jing....