A clear and gentle voice came into my ears, and my cold white hand gently caressed my eyebrows.

The slender knuckles, under the light of the sun, still have the temperature of the sun.

It's like that, gentle, like a spring breeze and Hexi.

If it weren't for the kindness of the past in his eyes, there would have been no soft light from countless years ago.

If not, I accidentally learned about his hidden illness, if not......

Chapter 121 of "The Lower Cousin", it's even more incomprehensible It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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