Jiang Misheng felt the urge to cry.

is not the joy of keeping the clouds open and seeing the moon, but the sadness of thousands of sails.

"Don't cry."

With a thin heat on his fingertips, he rubbed under the skin of her eyelids, as soft as a feather scraped, and Zhou Yinghuai pinned the broken hair in front of her for her: "Good." ”

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