"That's right. After all, I am an abandoned person. Master, who are you and who are you? If I have something on, who would forget to hug me? It's so dark, so cold."
Finally, in this dark and cold place, a gentle woman surrounded the flower appreciation. Her head was against the flower appreciation's forehead. She kissed him with tears and fell into the flower appreciation's mouth. There was a bit of saltyness and bitterness, as well as some warmth.
"Xiao Yun?"
The lady shook her head and pointed at the endless darkness in front of her. There appeared to be a little light there. Within the light, there seemed to be some people who were extremely familiar with the flower appreciation.
"Who are they calling me? Who do they want to appreciate and appreciate?"
"It's time for you to go out.
