C411 The mistress of this house is surnamed wei

"I'm sorry …" Tears welled up in his eyes. The tears fell down unceasingly like pearls with a broken string. His hands were tightly wrapped around his slim waist.

The real feeling filled her heart in an instant, a perfection she had never felt before.

Rong Yue stood dumbly on the spot, stunned, lost, and powerless as he looked at their tightly hugging bodies.

As for Gu Tianqing