At this moment, LAN qianzhen could feel a warm current flowing through her heart. As she hugged Bai qingmei, her nose felt a little sour.
Actually, the feeling of being protected by someone was really good.
He didn't have to be afraid or worried about anything.
There was no need to be afraid of anything, and there was nothing to be afraid of.
She hadn't felt this way in a long time.
LAN qianzhen remembered many things.
At that time, she cried secretly, and she didn't know how many tears she had shed.
At that time, she would swallow all the grievances she suffered and did not know who to tell.
Perhaps there was no one to talk to.
She had a mother, but she was afraid that her mother would be sad, so she didn't dare to tell her anything.
In LAN qianzhen's eyes, men and women were different.
Although she had a mother, she felt that her mother was also weak and needed protection.