This sound is familiar as if I had heard it in the morning.
Grace turned his head to follow the voice and saw that the figure of Henry was slowly coming down from among the cypress trees above.
The slender and tall figure is as straight as this pine and cypress tree. The military trousers pierced into military boots look like a pair of long legs against the sky. No doubt, you can imagine how perfect a man is wrapped in this loose military uniform. Body.
He exudes a military-like iron-blooded and ascetic atmosphere, full of alienation and indifference, but people can’t help but put all their eyes on him.
Grace was stunned that she had just looked around and saw no figure.
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