C5084 Dream

Mo Xixue, who was lying on the bed, was sleeping soundly. Even her face was so captivating. It was as if Snow White had fallen asleep!

"Mommy …" Mother, why is he crying? Why did he cry? " A seven or eight-year-old girl said with her young and tender voice.

As she spoke, the little girl used her small hand to pull her mother's hand, while her other hand was pointing at the middle of the road