Wen Qing sat in the corner, holding the script in his hand, as if he was reading it, but his eyes were a little empty. Fingers caressing the paper. Suddenly, she remembered her mother, her home far away in Licheng.When she was still ignorant of the unknown, her mother often asked: Qing, do you know what the purest love in the world is? At that time, she was too young to understand what love was. She only remembered that her mother always had a gentle smile on her lips, looking into the distance and saying: I know that love will always be there, no matter where he is.As she grew older, she began to understand that there was probably someone hiding deep in her mother's heart.Pure love?She had read so many books and tasted so many stories, but only Han Xi's pure love touched her deeply.Thinking of this, Wen Qing sighed.After all, Yang Yun is only a twenty-year-old girl, so it is reasonable that she cannot interpret Han Xi in her mind. Sh
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