I don't know if her smile is self-deprecating or helpless, Wen Guqi knows. There is a gentle and stubborn upside down mountains and rivers in those eyes,

He had never seen him so closely, he could see every inch of her skin clearly, tears rolling down her eyes, burning warmly on people's hearts, like a soldering iron to mark that night.

He must never forget.

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Chapter 125 of "The Son of the Mutual Penetration, His Painting Style Is Wrong" Cutting off feelings is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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