C530 Ships Dreaming Compress Stars 118

Lau Qingjun turned his head in confusion, "Why …" He was stunned. "Why are you crying?"

Gu Bai let the tears wet his eyes. He felt the warmth of his hands. It was someone he was very familiar with.

If he took even a few more steps forward, he would be able to touch that warm embrace.

It was Lau Qingjun, the master who called him "Xinghe" in a soft voice