The bar is so noisy, Xia Ruxue, which is similar to murmuring words, but does not leak a word into the ears of Mu Xiaoqi, Mu Xiaoqi is also sad with it.

She patted Xia Ruxue's head gently with her sour nose and soothed her softly: "If it's snow, you still have me."

Xia Ruxue hugged Xiaoqi's neck and tightened his arms. "Yes, I still have you, Qiqi. Fortunately, I know you. Fortunately, you are my good friend."

What she said was so gratifying, but she said it and burst into tears.

Mu Xiaoqi held her arm tightly and stopped talking. She patted Xia Ruxue's back and let her vent...