C98 70th Birthday

"The second to last act, act 54, act 54."

Zhao Xinyu and Moo Baishen held hands as they walked along the forest path of the resort. The autumn sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves and through the thin air and landed on people's faces. It was warm and warm.

Zhao Xinyu turned her head and smiled at him, "Do you like me?"

"I do." Moo Baishen replied