"Isn't he handsome and good at painting? He has no advantages. How can I miss him?" Lin Feifei muttered gloomily, "but it seems that these are enough!" Unconsciously, the eyes are hazy. A figure stood behind her, the mountain wind, lifted the green clothes, swaying, rippling, his whole person looked as leisurely as a clump of green bamboo. He's already here? . Time to go back. Lin Feifei rubbed...