Beloved little goldf

When Hé Qióng heard this, he could no longer bear it.,The little girl looked very strange. She had been at the police station for so long, but she didn't cry or make a fuss, she was so well-behaved.,Not far away, a dilapidated carriage lay stuck in the mud, its appearance mournful. The only sign of life was a discarded rabbit toy hanging from the yoke, swaying gently in the breeze.。