Beloved little goldf

No matter how the police explained it, the little girl remained convinced that her father looked just like the drawing.,Although still learning from my master’s way of comforting us as children, I patted He Qiong’s back in reassurance.,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.。