C793 There Is No Sand in Love

When Mianmian got out of the car, she saw a woman standing in front of the villa. A pair of beautiful eyes like water, a long white dress gently blew along with the breeze. Her black wavy hair swayed in the wind, making her palm-sized face look even more delicate and moving. This kind of woman was the type that could make people have a strong desire to protect her at first glance