C928 Don't Learn!

Jiang Zhao could clearly hear Ye Er crying. He sighed softly. His hand stopped in midair, as if she was squatting in front of him. He gently stroked her hair. Now, a lot of her black hair had grown out. The hot part below was trimmed every month, like her long hair. She liked the way her hair slowly turned from a dull yellow to a whole piece of soft and shiny black