There is a section of green train carriage in front, parked quietly among the sycamore leaves, usually used for tourists to take pictures. However, the carriage was so narrow that only two people could enter, and the photographer was left outside.
Zane Leng asked seriously, wanting to help the other party: "So, Elara Lin, what is your mission?"
Elara Lin reached out and took off the sycamore leaves through her hair.
The distance between the two was a little too close, and Zane Leng couldn't help but hold her breath. The other party's pleasant voice rang in my ears: "You have to call me sister, and you have to call me that all the time."
elder sister......
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