C125 Do You Still Love Them?

I looked at Miao Miao. She stopped crying. There were no tears in her eyes, but. . . I felt that her eyes were different from ordinary children. The eyes of those children from the welfare institute this morning would shine. Only those children who are full and have bad tempers. . . Only then would they have such a cold look in their eyes.

Miao Miao was the same. When she looked at Susu