Her hair quality was very good. It was black and shiny, and her long hair reached her waist. This made her face look white and small. The water droplets slowly flowed down her cheeks. When the setting sun shone on her face, she was so beautiful that Gu jinghang lost his focus.
Song ran pointed at his knee with her index finger and then slowly laid her head on his lap. Gu jinghang continued to wipe her hair carefully and gently. He said in a gentle voice, " Xiao ran, what's wrong? "
Song ran closed her eyes and lay on his lap. After a while, she said slowly, " "Jing Xing Lang Lang."
She was willing to call him by his name again, not by his full name, but gently calling Jing Xing. He softly replied, "Yes, what's wrong?"
Song ran said slowly, "my mother is quite good. She's especially good to me and my sister. In the thirteen years of my life, I've never doubted that I might not be the daughter of this family.
