While Mu Mian was away, Bai Ao Xue began to organize her jumbled thoughts. Scenes from the past flashed through her mind like a fast-forwarding film.,I was originally looking forward to seeing my father, but even today, I haven't seen the so-called Prime Minister father.,The original tranquil courtyard was disrupted by the tragic cries of the cotton tree, Bai Aoxue slightly frowned.。
