He Danggui did not understand the meaning, Meng Xuan took the water mirror from a tray in the maid's hand, and held the mirror for her to look at herself. Holding the fm radio of the mint, and holding the child and grandchild biscuits of hawthorn, the two exchanged a puzzled look: Miss when she herself lit a vermilion sand? It's strange, I haven't seen it before the red cover was put on.

He Danggui looked in the mirror, low "ah" a sound, the original, between her eyebrows more a watery ...