C489 Who Told Me to Have a Good Memory?

So Qingzhu, completely relaxed, turned her small neck curiously and looked out the window.

They saw that the plane they were on was shuttling through the clouds.

The clouds around them were like freshly plucked cotton, bleaching and bleaching.

"Ah, I'm flying in the sky!" Qingzhu grabbed her brother's sleeves and shouted excitedly