C545 The past Is like Smoke

When Xiaoxing finally came out of the room, it had been a long time. The afternoon sun was still warm, but it was blocked by the thick curtains. The living room was filled with cold air.

She saw Qin Haijun lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, but the dark green under his eyes was so obvious. She felt a little heartache. She took a blanket and prepared to cover him