At this time, a servant had already walked over and bowed at the door very politely: "Dear guests, the inside is disrepair and will not be open to the public. Please go back."
"It's so beautiful inside, let's go in and take a look."
“We can pay…”
The attendant explained very respectfully: "Sorry, I can't pay. Because the miasma inside is very serious, there are abandoned leaves and a lot of rotten things. Someone had various problems after entering before, so it was locked up. If it was damaged, the
Dear guys can't afford it..."
The regretful voices of several teenagers.
There is also Honger, "Then don't make things difficult for others. Let's change the place."
When everyone saw the boss speak, they dared not say anything again and left one after another.
After walking a few steps, I looked back at the gorgeous flowers from time to time.
Fangfei did not turn back until the sound of their footsteps completely disappeared.
On the path full of flowers, the traces of young people have disappeared.
The familiar voice has also disappeared.
She felt relieved and her heart was cut like a knife.
In her life, she never saw Hong'er again--and never let any tragedy continue.
Sometimes, a dead person is completely dead, better than anything else.
At that time, she thought that she was dead.
After going back many times, this time, I must completely forget all the people in the past, and never get entangled. Hong'er has never seen her again, and she hasn't even thought about it that way.
"His Majesty……"
She looked at Luo Jia with a look of pity.
Smile: "Your Majesty...we can't call you anymore..."
Luo Jiaman didn't care: "Madam - everyone calls me that, right? You can call me Master."
master!
That's so rustic!!
Fangfei blinked slyly: "Uncle, what's your name?"
"Roga!"
“??”
"Roga!!!"
Luo Jia woke up and burst into laughter.
The first thing she asked about her was like this.
When she was 10 years old, she called him his first name and was beaten up by the female official.