"Ayao, you... Do you still love my sister? Do you love Yao Xiaoyun?

Hearing names that have never been mentioned, names that once stimulated every nerve on the body, names that made oneself think day and night, life is better than death, Shengling shook his body severely.

Yao Xinxinxin stared nervously at his face, biting her lips harder, tugging her hands tightly at the corners of her clothes, and piercing her nails into her flesh through her clothes.

For a long time, Sheng Lingyao slowed down his mind, and his eyes flashed a trace of longing and sadness, and soon recovered to the Qingming Dynasty.

"What do you ask this...