C407 I'll Cry for Him for the Last Time

Meng Xiaoxiao thought as she cried. When she heard the sound of the washing machine, indicating that her clothes had been washed, she suddenly woke up from her chaotic world.

On the mirror on the wall, there was a face with a tear-stained face. It was pale, haggard, confused, and sad. It was like a little flower that was about to wither in the midst of a storm