Her soft white fingertips gently across the pillow, the past is like the waves, surging.
This villa, this room, filled with their laughter, here is their most youthful and youthful witness, witness how they used to be happy, passionate.
At that time, he and she were still young, there is no maid in the villa, every morning she wakes up in his arms, he will hold her, soft and doting on her little nose -- Yaoyao, it is time to get up, I have made breakfast..
At that time, he was really good to her. He was not even 20 years old, and she was the girl he loved. He held her in his palm and doted on her.
Fu Xiyao felt her little face get wet, and it turned out that Big Teardrops had already fallen down.
At this moment, a sound suddenly rang in her ears, as if they had a telepathic connection. Fu Xiyao instantly turned her head, and she saw a tall and straight figure by the door.
Ling limu had arrived.
