Under the bright light, Xia Li saw all the secrets behind the locked door.

She froze in place for a few seconds before focusing her sloppy gaze.

On the white wall of the room, there is a huge oil painting.

In the painting, a girl in a white dress is sitting on a swing, and the moonlight is hazy over her body, giving her a hazy and elegant silver light.

Behind her, there was a whole field of white roses.

If you look closely, you can see that there are still small snowflakes in the black night sky.

"It's ......."

Xia Li's legs and feet seemed to have their own thoughts, and almost unconsciously walked to the surface of this painting......

Harbor Rose, 53. I like you, Charlie. I am hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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