C77 Past smoke 2

"Mrs. William told the master on the phone that he was a little angel, a very pretty little angel, our angel... After that, she fainted and never woke up. At that time, there was still a smile on her face, a sweet and blissful smile … "

Uncle Hong's chrysanthemum … At this moment, the flowery face blossomed into a strange and beautiful smile.

Angel, ah, yes