"Sorry... I'm sorry!" Cacusim realized that he was very angry, and begged Cacusim for his forgiveness in a trembling voice.
Looking at his husband's appearance, France knew that it was just a matter that was hard to accept for the moment, and as a result, he took the initiative to approach Crimsin's bedside, taking the initiative to slow down his cheeks. "You are Celinda, right?" France's warm palm gently rested on the back of Kusalin's hand, as warm as the spring breeze, soothing C Kasslin's frail and frail heart.
This was the first time that Roland had met with Caslin ever since he regained consciousness.
"You must be Frances. It's really like what Ken said, so gentle, so beautiful!" Kylin excitedly held France's hands and tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. How could she pos
