The night was quiet and quiet.

Just listen to the crackling of the lights in the house. The branches on the roof rustled against the ends of the wooden roof, like a brush through my heart.

Fingers touched his warm mask, black, delicate, distant, yet familiar.

The mask slowly fell.

First his smooth forehead was revealed, then his eyebrows, and then his eyes......

My heart slowly fell.

I stared at him quietly, how long had it been since I had seen him...... How long has it been since I looked into his eyes, and looked at him when he looked at me dotingly......

There was a sudden sorrow in my heart,......

Chapter 84 of "The Orphan Girl in Troubled Times" There is no need to complain in this life is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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