In the shaking carriage, Ai Er was disguised as a soldier with a helmet that was obviously too big to match her size. Next time she lost her feathers, she would put it on for her once again without the slightest sign of annoyance.
She, who was as intelligent as a child, did not know the consequences at all. She was just like a cat in Feng Yuyu's arms, rubbing his delicate chin with her little hands, and then tapping his beautiful phoenix eyes. "Qian Yu, beautiful. Here, and here, all beautiful."
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Looking at the giggling Ai'er, Feng Kunyu's lips slowly curled up. The smile, which was originally so cold that it made one's heart ache, was even more bleak and desolate like the autumn wind.
Despite the fact that sunlight was sufficient, he felt that this was the coldest autumn
