Beloved little goldf

Although still learning from my master’s way of comforting us as children, I patted He Qiong’s back in reassurance.,Murky eyes, seemingly holding a trace of resentment, gazed forlornly at the mottled stones ahead.,Year squinted his eyes, in a blink, an icy chill swept over him from all directions, piercing through his tattered coat and invading his entire being. Gradually, it stole away his warmth.。