Ming Xiu put down the gun in his hand, and half of the gun was buried in the soft sand.
"Mingxiu, because my aunt climbed into my father's bed, I was forced to go abroad with my mother when I was a teenager."
at that time, my life was colorless. I just worked, worked, and worked. I only slept for four hours a day, and sometimes I didn't even sleep for an hour.
As Huo qingge talked about the past, her expression was calm, and her tone was indifferent, as if she was talking about someone else.
Li beixiao's heart ached when he heard these words. He had never asked about Huo qingge's life before because he was afraid that she would be hurt when she thought about it.
Ming Xiu's face was still dark. His eyes were fixed on the small and exquisite knife in Huo qingge's hand.
He had never thought that she would have a knife on her.
