However, Hu Xiang was not frightened. He showed a bright smile to Sima Qing, jumped up from the ground, ran quickly to Sima Yang, and presented an exquisite sachet as if he were offering a treasure: "Brother Yang,
For you!"
Wow! Is this a confession?
I looked at everything in front of me dumbfounded, and blurted out without thinking: "You like Sima Yang?"
Huxiang's white jade face "brushed" and turned into a red tomato. Yingying's little mouth hesitated for a long time without saying a word. Finally, she stamped her feet heavily, covered her face and ran out of the room.
, bumped into several chairs on the road.[
The chair that was hit hard spun twice like a tired top, then hit the ground with a clang, crushing an unknown object on the ground. There was a harsh cracking sound, and the glass fragments were like a wishing bottle.
The stars inside were scattered all over the ground. The warm and soft sunlight shone in from the window, and the ground was filled with light...
Everyone was stunned! Just looking at the broken mirror and twisted mirror holder on the ground quietly...
There was no sound in the room. It was so quiet that everyone's breathing was so clear.
I looked at the shattered mirror on the ground with a pale face, and licked my lips to say something, but my throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, making me so dry that I couldn't speak. Finally, I took a heavy step.
With trembling steps, he walked towards the broken glass starlight, squatted down, stared at the fragments for a long time, and slowly stretched out his hand.