C181 Cut-shadow acacia

What Qi Maoyun wanted to say was already very obvious, how could Luo Mingshi understand anything else?

Qi Maoyun had already completely treated himself as someone who would not be in the world for long.

Just what kind of illness did he suffer from to make him, a prince, feel ashamed of his own inferiority? With this thought, Luo Mingshi's hand uncontrollably grabbed onto Qi Maoyun's wrist