Zhao Yanqing smiled at the corner of his mouth, word by word, his tone was gentle, but with a little sadness.

By the end of the day, a layer of mist had surfaced in his eyes.

At the end of the eye, it was also obvious that it was red.

That kind of demeanor looks very pitiful and distressing.

There is also a faint feeling that he seems to be explaining his last words.

I......

Chapter 112 of "The Lower Cousin", see you again, strange dreams. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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