Fang Ling stretched out his hand to hold Mo Xiang up, shook his head with a smile and signaled that she didn't have to kneel, Mo Xiang's face turned red, and he couldn't help but think of the situation when he was held in the crook of his arm when he crossed the chain bridge.

Fanghua has been 18 years, she thinks she is calm and calm, when has she ever been so flustered and overwhelmed, but the more chaotic she is, the more she feels a trace of sweetness in her heart.