Ye Yuan heard the sound of the door closing, his mood was indescribably low, and he raised his head silently, feeling that the room was empty, especially cold. Outside seemed to be blowing again, the sound of branches colliding with each other, upset, she put on her clothes, walked to the window, opened the window, the cold wind blew in, she subconsciously hugged her arms. There is only a deep green belt downstairs, and there is no half of a figure in sight, and a bright moon in the sky is as bright as jade,...

"Mr. Su, Ill-intentioned" 136: The person who cares about him is hitting his hand, please wait a moment,

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