The gentle breeze in the valley is like the gossamer on the girl. It is gentle, gentle and kind. It seems that all the beautiful words are indescribable.

Guiguzi looks at a nearby mountain wall with his hand in his hand. The gentle breeze caresses Guiguzi, and the loose deep clothes ripple with the wind, as if the inner world of Guiguzi is rolling at the moment.

Chen Tianming looks at Guiguzi for a long time. Somehow, he sees a touch of worry and a touch of sadness on Guiguzi's face.

Guiguzi stood still, as if he had integrated into the whole world.

Chen Tianming doesn't want to disturb Guiguzi....