Beloved little goldf

Although still learning from my master’s way of comforting us as children, I patted He Qiong’s back in reassurance.,"This girl was bought by me three years ago. Later, Zhang Daoist from the same village said it was fate, and I happened to be pregnant, so I gave that dead girl to him.",The sky was overcast, a canvas of gray and black, heavy with a sense of gloom. It seemed as if someone had splashed ink onto a sheet of paper, the ink seeping into the heavens and blurring the clouds.。