C441 Gradually Lost

"Dabao, do you smell the fragrance of the osmanthus flowers? It's really fragrant!" Han Xingyue pulled Yuh Dabao's hand excitedly.

"Of course I can smell it. The fragrance of these osmanthus flowers is so far away, you can smell it."

The afterglow slanted over the two of them. Even the shadows were paired.

Every day Yuh Dabao really did like Han Xingyue more and more