When he pushed the door in, before he had time to be happy, he saw Yao Xiaoyun leaning against the window at a glance.

His first instinct was that she was thin.

She's thin, not skinny, almost skinny.

They haven't seen each other for more than two months. Why is she so thin?!

Does that really take up such a big shadow in her mind?

Although after knowing this, my heart is also anxious to break the two bastards into pieces, but the most is still her distress.

"Xiaoyun..."

Her figure was so sad that his feet were too heavy to lift.

Yao Xiaoyun heard the noise behind him, and...