C89 The Beauty in the Painting

Therefore, Yun Liu Ya tilted her head and smiled at An Jiu. Her eyes were filled with naughtiness and cuteness.

An Jiu did not seem to notice her gaze. His hair was messy and his white hair was blown by the wind, but his eyes were still clear and distant like a fairy from a fairy mountain. He stood with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were wavering