emained motionless as if she had lost her soul.Su Zhengrong sighed and had to send his cell phone up by himself.Su Tong fainted, of course, she was faking. Otherwise, how could she get out of that sit...ed a whimpering sound, graceful shadow swaying in the wind.it is afraid of the cold wind, lest it be broken by the wind, and lust for the wind. Only the wind can make it stretch its branches wantonly...