He had a straight nose and light pink lips. He always had a devilish smile on his face.
His lower jaw was sharp and he looked extremely arrogant.
This was who he was.
This was his appearance.
Sang Xia looked at him, as if she wanted to carve every part of his face into her bones.
it was also at this moment.
sang xia understood.
In this world, he was the only person she cared about.
If he was safe and sound, she would rather have nothing and give up everything.
But what if he was gone?
Sang Xia looked at him with reddened eyes. She leaned over and gently kissed his thin lips.
He muttered hoarsely, "
"rong zhan, i love you."
He really, really, really loved her.
So, could he not leave her Xuxu?
Sang Xia got off the bed and left.
After tonight.
The concert would begin tomorrow night.
The second Grand Concert in new York had been widely promoted half a month ago.
