人革联峰会下

Wei Lingnan's footsteps went away. Xia Yingluo didn't see it, but his white knuckles were faintly stained with white shards, which were broken Skatana petals that slowly dissipated in the air. He had taken such a long time, devoting all his efforts to cultivate the four flowers. When the flowers bloomed and she had grown up, he had carefully brought them all in front of her, but she had abandoned them and treated them so carelessly. He was right, this flower could cure her rejection reaction, but she didn't believe it. A bird flew across the sky. She stumbled in the mud like a bird with a broken wing.