A Min bit his lower lip and tried not to make an embarrassing sound. He rushed into the carriage without looking back, with clear tears spilling into a silver line, and holding the dandelion dried branches in his hand, he did not let go.
The curtain of the carriage gradually fell down and a tear-stained little face was gradually covered up, but she kept smiling at the back of the man.
Even if he didn't look and couldn't see, she would keep smiling.
"Father, do you know that the flower language of Pugong Ying is an unstoppable love..."
"Giddy up!"
The driver let out a roar, and Feng Mingyu's body trembled. Are you leaving? Are you really leaving?
The horses' hooves stepped on the flagstones. They were very loud and grand, and every sound they made shattered his heart and veins.
Feng
