Above the sparkling, sacred and peaceful neon pool, there was only a jade shadow standing in the air, bright and beautiful. She was beautiful and beautiful. She was supposed to be an amazing girl, but she was a shawled girl with twisted facial expressions. She seemed to be suffering from some kind of torment. It was pity to people.

Niang, her beauty transcends gender, and her dusty face is even more ancient, generally not moved by foreign things, but at this time it is hard to imagine that she has become like this. What's wrong with her?

"My dear, is this a dilemma? She's not going to go mad, is...