"There is another sad little girl in the world."
The intermittent rain stone steps wander, and the neon signs along the street render the water bright and colorful, and the shining water splashes on the maid's legs. They didn't hold umbrellas, but the rain would naturally avoid them. Vichy followed him step by step, bent over and looked at him with his head tilted. He flicked a dizzying curve and said with a smile, "I think you should explicitly prohibit this behavior, otherwise the girls who stepped into the garbage can would be too pitiful."
Asia Xiu didn't have a good way: "I'm not me. Don't talk nonsense."
"Don't