In the evening, the sky was ablaze with fiery clouds. Grace Bai opened her eyes in a daze and reached out her hand out of habit, looking for Xiaolu to sleep with her, hoping to find comfort.
The familiar ceiling, the familiar quilt, the familiar little green.
When the little hand touched it, a smile involuntarily appeared on her face.
But, the feel seems to be a little bit wrong?
Grace Bai turned her head, her eyes were bleary-eyed, but gradually became clearer. At first she didn't react, thinking it was the familiar Xiaolu again, so she turned her head straight.
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