On a March night, the cold wind was blowing, and the wind was too strong, blowing her silky hair messy.

The bleak and sad night unconsciously brought her emotions to the past.

Looking at the base camp of thousands of lights, sorrow welled up in my heart.

She hated having her birthday, and on that day, she lost the most important person in her life, and fell into self-blame and guilt at midnight.

Mo Chu's eyes were slightly red, and his dark eyes were glowing with lustrous mist.

She curled up on her knees, clasped her hands together, and muttered, "If only I could do it all over again......

Even if she ran fast, Mo Qingyan still knew her direction......

"The price of durian in the city was raised by Mo Shao's kneeling" Chapter 150 The quarrel is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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