She tripped and fell to the ground accidentally. She didn't get up from the ground for a long time, not knowing whether she hurt her feet or something else. Jiang Baghdad was so scared that he lifted her up, only to find that she had tears in her blurred eyes. Her tears " muddied" and "make" a face like being cut like a flower.
Sighing, Jiang Xian lovingly held the painting in his arms, but could not say a word of comfort. No one knew the importance of the painting on the other shore more than they did. Sometimes, even he could not help but be jealous of their feelings.
Because in this world, no one could have a higher status than the other shore in the mind of condensing painting, and no one could.
It wasn't until he was about to lose it that he truly understood the importance of that
