Huang qingwu looked at the painting that Lin weiyue had opened and said excitedly,""It's so beautiful, it's really beautiful. Where did you find this scenery? is there such a scenery in our world? I want to travel here. "
Huang qingwu was really attracted by the scenery in the painting. It was really beautiful.
Lin weiyue liked it too.
At that time, she had been homesick. When she came back and looked at these paintings, she felt that they were really beautiful. They were pure and unpolluted.
Lin weiyue actually missed it.
When Lin weiyue told Huang qingwu about these paintings, she also slowly told her about the story she had experienced in the book.
As Huang qingwu listened, she started to cry.
Her heart ached for Lin weiyue. Lin weiyue was such a good woman, but she had to bear all this.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..."
Huang qingwu kept repeating the same sentence. Perhaps she did not know what else to say other than sorry.
