C165 He Wanted to Play with Lip Enamel

Ruan Qingge gracefully turned, like a butterfly in flight, her small face glowing with a warm smile that could outshine the winter sun.

“Morning opens to snow-covered mountains, clear skies, and a chill in the sunlight,” she recited, her voice flowing like a gentle stream.

She murmured softly, her eyes filled with a deep sense of longing