C217 Scar

He was sitting quietly at the pool, his small feet swaying slightly in the water, occasionally breaking the surface, sending up warm splashes of water.

Zhao Qingyu was supporting her chin with her hand as she focused on watching the splashes.

The charm just now seemed to be just an illusion, or perhaps she had switched to the side of a pure girl seamlessly.

Shen Ann looked at her gently