Chapter three hundred and six has a kind of pain called blood dripping wet

Lucy shook his head and continued, "This is not the case. In fact, it is my selfishness that is at fault or I don't believe you. Clearly, I know that you are married and have a gentle and handsome husband, but I still question you like this." Aria has not come to see Lucy these days. Lucy's heart was empty. He knew that one day a prince-like Wen Ya man with stunning and handsome appearance appeared in front of her ward. His slender fingers were fixed on the door and he tapped twice. His pleasant and low voice shone on Lucy like warm sunshine. His whole body was warm, as if flowers were in full bloom and fragrant. "Excuse me, is this Miss Lucy's ward?" His face is almost perfect, his facial features are delicate and elegant, and he is as handsome as an art knife. He is like the brightest and dazzling stars in the sky, and he is like a beautiful picture scroll drawn by God himself. He will be captivated at a single glance and will pour out all his life. Aria looked suspicious. Is it