C829 Female Power Rose 8
"Look." Xu Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows, patted her clothes, and supported her waist with her hands. Her expression suddenly changed, "I wrote this poem because I was touched. Spring … How beautiful."
Xu Yuanyuan raised her hand and turned her head, looking at the pear tree beside her. It was as if she had seen something, but to be honest, that pear tree was just that. It was beautiful