C145 What Color Is It

This time, Chiang Luoyu didn't even raise his head as he moved his lips and said, "What?"

"I don't know why you would hate him, or why you would torture yourself with hatred …" "Think of it as my selfishness alone — and let go of yourself." When he opened his mouth, their horses were still walking at a leisurely pace. Bargaining could be heard constantly on the noisy street beside them. However