C162 Before the First Wave Is over the Second Wave Is over

"Qing Luo," Xiuhai said happily. "You're finally here. I waited for you until the flowers were gone."

"Huh, nonsense. Can I rest assured that you are a moth?" Qing Luo looked at her with a smile. Time was like a butcher's knife to beautiful people. It is still so heartless. It was once a small butterfly. Now the big moth, sigh, It was sad, "Sigh. Pei. You misunderstood your mother