Fu Shuya was brushed away by Alan, and her lower lip quivered slightly. Only then did she slowly look up at Alan. She saw the man looking faintly at herself. At the moment, she looked at Alan in a trance for a moment.
Alan is naturally very handsome, and there is always a touch of cold in her eyebrow and eye. She has long been used to it. It happened that she looked at it at this time. Her eyes became redder and her eyes were filled with fog unconsciously. She almost cried without refraining from it.
"Alan..."
Her voice seemed choked and mumbled.
"What's wrong with you?"
Alan frowned softly and looked at her quietly.
Fu Shuya did not speak, but raised his arm and wiped away tears.
… …
In the study.
A treasure came out in a daze, eh, dad?
I didn't see anyone, and I woke up a littl
