The picture vanished, and Purple Rose's eyes turned red. A touch of sadness appeared on her pretty face, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she was trying her best to restrain her emotions. She glanced at Ye Zhuang, did not speak, and continued to pick up the second glass of wine. The color of this glass of wine is sky blue, but the picture is a night rain...... In the pouring rain, she and the boy stood in the rain, looking at each other from a distance. Her face...

Chapter 42 of "He Comes from the Fairy World": Red Dust is Bitter, Illusory is Always Sweet is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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