"Dad..." Jiang Qiao's eyes were filled with tears, and she pursed her lips and looked at Jiang Wanjun. Baidu search (txt home / / small / / say / / net.) in the solemn Wedding March, Jiang Qiao, with Jiang Wanjun's arm in her ear and a happy smile on her mouth, walked slowly to the palace courtier.
Both sides of the flower platform are filled with Jiang Qiaoer's favorite pink roses. At each platform point, there are a pair of little girls and boys with wings, smiling and sprinkling rose petals on Jiang Qiaoer.
The white petals were stained with the pure and cheerful laughter of the little angels. Suddenly, for another moment, Jiang Qiao's ear felt that all the grievances she had suffered at the Palace House had actually disappeared
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