Yesterday, under the guise of admiring flowers, I pushed the naive Bai Aoxue into the pond. The water-fearing Bai Aoxue was rescued, but she only had one breath left.,I don't know how your mother taught you when she died, to be uncontested, uneager, and unwilling to take. That would be a place of peace.,The original tranquil courtyard was disrupted by the tragic cries of the cotton tree, Bai Aoxue slightly frowned.。