was cold. She put down the bamboo basket on her back and handed it to Liang Yimo, asking her to take it to the firewood shed.Beside the strange woman stood a little boy wearing a white short-sleeved s..."I was just kidding!" Lian Xing'er couldn't help but laugh out loud, pulling her hand away and wrapping her arm tightly around his, resting her head on his arm and smiling as she continued, "Ming Sihan, from now on, we will always be together, never apart again."

"I want to hug you," Ming Sihan stopped and said seriously.is hair with a towel.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Suddenly, he understood what he was most afraid of.My mind is filled with the image of Lian Xing'er and Lang An e...