lt;Your love is deep

Jìnuǎn's always quiet expression froze for a moment, and she suddenly rushed to the door, straining her neck to look out.,The guard turned around and saw her huddled in the doorway, disheveled and terrified. She clutched the cold door handle tightly, but her eyes were fixed on the television screen, bloodshot and wide.,A sweet female voice then sounded: "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo doesn't accept media interviews, please make way."。