In the small mountain village of Xiangyang City, You Ning and her names were hidden, and they were ordinary boys and girls.
Countless sunsets rose and fell in the morning in the Wine Village, and the young man seemed like a wisp of sunlight that pierced through the night. He didn' t say a word, but he paid attention to it everywhere. His concern wasn' t exaggerated, but it didn' t change at all.
Yan Qinghuan eyes were haggard. She stared at the unconscious You Ning in her embrace, not knowing the path ahead, not knowing how to retreat.
She detected You Ning weak pulse. If she could not endure this night, the consequences would be unimaginable...
Yan Qinghuan looked around, his eyelids drooping. No one complained, no one asked for help. He actually muttered to himself. System, I' m tire
