This sound was like a piece of snow falling from the edge of a cliff, gently brushing across the tip of my heart.
Xue Guo Wuhen is as unreal as his existence.
Are you talking to me?
Raymond raised his wet face, his eyelashes were stained with sparkling water, and a familiar face appeared in the mist.
The visitor was also washing his hands without even looking at him.
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