She slept soundly, her face was pale and tender, and her eyes were as light as snow, and her eyebrows were not as clever as smiling. Sometimes there was burning light, and her lips were about to drip. She was so light and soft that she seemed to float away from his arms at any time.
It seems that he has never seen Shuiyunjin seriously, and she has never got it, but she is cold-eyed and disdainful. At this time, she quietly nests in her arms …