On the verge of widowhood

Qiao Que shrank back in embarrassment in the face of Bai Qingdao approaching him.

It was only then that Bai Qing saw Qiao Que's face clearly. The first time he was sitting on the window sill against the light, he couldn't see clearly, and then he was beaten up by Bai Zi. After that, he was basically the same as the prototype in the cage. stay here.

Looking closely now, he looked exactly like a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.

Bai Zi's appearance is that kind of exquisiteness that is approaching perfection, while Qiao Que has a vigorous and sunny atmosphere, just like the younger brother next door.

It was a scar that was slowly healing on his face that was very eye-catching. Bai Qing stared at the wound for a moment to see that it had healed until there was only a scar left. He reached out and touched his cheek: "I think of you."