Previous chapter:
Chapter 44
Next chapter:
Chapter 46
PREVIEW
... ite..."
Huo Lan said softly, "Recited very well, there are no mistakes."
"..." Liang Xiao was worried: "It's not a poem."
Liang Xiao guessed that Huo Lan might not have the talent for lyricism, and exhaled, "I mean...it's raining."
Liang Xiao was forced to memorize countless poetry analysis back then, and when she thinks about it at this time, she can even recite some details to Mr. Huo: "The rain washes the spring breeze, and it is better than the city full of smoke ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE