C184 Who Is the Dove and Who Is the Magpie

Han Xiaduo fell to the ground and pressed his ankle. The fine beads of sweat on his forehead slowly gathered at his lower jaw, shining under the gentle light.

If she had been a white swan living in the clouds. So this moment, is from the cloud landing, although cannot flap the wings to soar, but with me to see the weak sense of beauty.

Especially that blue Mandala tattoo on her ankle