Fresh and natural, with pink clothes, long hair like waterfalls, delicate, exquisite, tender to the extreme, cloves stepping on the clouds, it seems that some absent-minded, and did not notice the horse shed's surprise at the first time.

"Clove, my daughter, you're here at last. If you come one step later, you won't be able to see your father!" The middle-aged homeowner turned his face on the spot. It was a grievance-stricken man who came to lilac's face and cried.

"Xianger, Grandpa finally saw you again. Thank God..." The other two elders also came to Clove and complained about their grievances.

"Daddy, Grandpa, Master, what's wrong with you? Who dares...