Back in the room, Qin Ya sat wearily in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror with sad eyes.
in a trance, I seem to see myself.
at the best age, everyone leaves not pain, but good memories.
she has both. She...
Back in the room, Qin Ya sat wearily in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror with sad eyes.
in a trance, I seem to see myself.
at the best age, everyone leaves not pain, but good memories.
she has both. She...