C533 The principality of william 124

The tides in Mu Mu's heart surged.

She turned her head and the wind blew through her hair, making it seem like a dress made of feathers.

Che stared at her. She was leaving. Did he leave just like that?

He had run his fingers through her black sandalwood hair, as smooth as a dream.

But he still had a lot to say.

How could she leave so easily?

"Little sister Mo Mu, if