C50 Perfect Singing Throat

Only then did Gu Huan heave a sigh of relief. Without Gu Anqi, the air was much fresher.

Beiming Mo walked straight towards the parking lot.

Gu Huan followed behind him, and the night wind began to pick up.

She couldn't help but think of what Sun Junhao said tonight …

Yifeng had returned home.

But what was the use of telling her?

Even if they met again