他手心的蔷薇飞天水萝卜

The woman in the purple skirt was shaking angrily and stopped talking, and Ning Cheng was too lazy to say anything. He had long known that explanations were useless. If this woman hadn't insisted on asking, he wouldn't even bother to explain. If he hadn't come to Lezhou on the regular road, he would never have interacted with the woman in the purple skirt....