The flowers are still there (80)

Xirong fuchen lowered his head and looked at Duan Jintian from a different angle.

His eyes darkened, and like a Whirlpool, he wanted to swallow Duan Jintian.

However, he still took a deep breath and stopped kissing her. He then rubbed Duan Jintian's hair."You're awake?"

After hearing Xirong fuchen speak so naturally, Duan Jintian's breathing slowly returned to normal.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes.

Duan Jintian's eyes were actually very beautiful. There was a kind of lively beauty to them, and they were clear and bright.

However, her eyes actually looked very much like her mother 's.

In fact, he had a very strange feeling.

He remembered this pair of eyes. In the photo his father often saw, it was actually Duan Jintian's mother.

They really did look alike.

At that time, his father would often take aunt Bai's photo to look at. He had once glanced at her and remembered her eyes.

At this moment, he saw Duan Jintian's eyes.