Take back your hand. Zuo Zuo Kan has been adjusting himself and changing his paintings until now. She doesn't know whether his indifference is genuine or fake. She can't see through this person. His growth is terrible.
"Can't I recover? It doesn't matter. I'm safe here. It doesn't matter whether I have skills or not."
"Don't you think it's a pity to practice for so many years?"
Pei Hua looked down at his slender hands, which held a pen, stroked the zither, touched the beauty, took rare and famous paintings, but never hurt anyone. The mother was a very gentle person, and never treated him