C1148 Xiao he what do you like

"Sigh ?" A light sigh flowed out from Xiao He's mouth, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. She wouldn't come, would she? He wouldn't be able to wait for her.

Ling Yue'er, mine, Ling Yue'er.

"Xiao He!" Just when Xiao He was feeling dejected, the tent was suddenly opened. A familiar voice that resounded within his heart a thousand times suddenly resounded out