Beloved little goldf

He Qing took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "You're saying this child is the one you bought from someone three years ago",The white fleece was already stained red, filled with an eerie sense of horror.,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.。