C679 Regional Boundary

On the third floor of the shop, Ye Rolo was dressed in white. Her long black hair was adorned with delicate hairpins. She gently put down the teacup in her hand and her two black eyes shone with a bright light.

A hundred years had passed, but time had not left any traces on Ye Luoluo. On the contrary, it made her look even more beautiful. From her younger sister next door