Chapter 885 (1/2)

Cloud Pan Pan looked down at his clothes.

Originally a good skirt, was worn by Shen Jing wrinkled.

In the eyes of the maid is a soft and cute girl, dressed as a slovenly vagrant.

Cloud Pan Pan's appearance is really a little pathetic, lovely or lovely, but compared with the past dressed like a snow doll, today it looks a little shabby.

Shen Jing asked the maid to lead her into the room and freshen up again.

When I came out again, it was much better than before.

Bright and full forehead, round eyes, clear and clear, like a deer, as if a little bullying can see her crying in general, the green skirt on her body, appears to be particularly vibrant, looking at her as if she is catching the spring.

After she came out, she naturally grasped Shen Jing's hand.

Small, tender hand, can only grasp his fingers, no more can grasp.

But it's like holding his heart.

Shen Jing has never been treated like this since he was young.

When he was a child, he was abandoned and grew up. When he grew up, he went to the Chenxiao palace and was still ignored. Even if his master was immortal and his brothers' abilities were above him, he was still a poor man.

Humble, humble, not valued.

From the beginning to the end, what he wanted was just a little care and a little encouragement to let him know that he was not only alone in the world, but also accompanied by others.

But no.

His heart is as barren as a barren land.

Now there is, but it is based on his lies.