Sixty-one

armth subsided, she realized Lin Ning hadn't been looking at the monitor at all. Instead, she was hunched over, reading the script. The assistant director was giving instructions nearby. When Mo Xiaob...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."ay I'm dirty, why do you still wear a pair of broken shoes""Warmth..." Ye Fei Mo felt a pain so deep he didn't know what to say. Language could wound someone so deeply, he finally understood. Like a k...