.Her gaze shifted back to the photo on the tombstone, the displeasure fading, replaced only by a profound sadness and reluctance.Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!The emcee..."Ouch... It hurts so much, Uncle Song, it's Angela!"

Let go of your people, I am Dalena...

Song Jiuzhou saw them, and instantly guessed what was going on.

His niece should have taken a peaceful approach, not wanting to hurt them, but they were relentless, so she got beat up.

"e sofas. Ou Yan leaned back, her hands clasped behind her head, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.The little boat swayed gently on the shimmering lake, like a gentle cradle, rocking people to slee...