A light embrace, a touch of slender, a touch of slender.
The two people who were hugging each other seemed to fit together perfectly.
it was beautiful and quiet.
An Xiaoyang was buried in his arms. She felt as if time had been dragged out, and her breathing became long and slow.
Even though a long time had passed, she knew that sang nuo had not fallen asleep either.
she could feel it.
At this moment, it was quiet, beautiful, warm, and too beautiful. It was so beautiful that it was like a flash in the pan and disappeared very quickly. It was so beautiful that it was like a short period of peace before a storm.
Because, whether it was her or him, they both knew Hanhan very well.
it's inevitable for the two of them to separate now.
However, he couldn't bear to let it go.
he clearly understood it, but he just couldn't bear to say it out loud. he couldn't bear to do it either.
