The Imperial Concubi

While Mu Mian was away, Bai Ao Xue began to organize her jumbled thoughts. Scenes from the past flashed through her mind like a fast-forwarding film.,A pair of eyes no longer bore the timidity and shyness of yesteryear, but rather radiated ruthlessness and spirit.,The original tranquil courtyard was disrupted by the tragic cries of the cotton tree, Bai Aoxue slightly frowned.。