However, it was a little too late to enlighten the Apertures.
After Xiao Xuan returned to his room in the front yard, he ordered his men to prepare bath water for him. When he took off his outer garment, he threw out the letter that he had left in his bosom. He was startled. When he recovered his senses, he bent down to pick up the letter and opened it.
He recognized her handwriting. There was a bit of free and easy in her beautiful appearance, which was very beautiful.
"When do we meet? And when do we meet?"
He silently chanted the last sentence of this poem in his heart. Seeing that the last few strokes were obviously heavier and more sluggish than the ones before it, his handwriting with the homophonic character seemed less free and easy.
Xiao Xuan was like a statue as he stood the
