Beloved little goldf

He Qing took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "You're saying this child is the one you bought from someone three years ago","But my master told me, my mommy went to heaven to be a fairy!",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.。