Mu Liang...
He was wearing a leather jacket, trousers, sunglasses, and his trendy hair was cut short. He stood by the airplane door, tall and imposing, like a deity descending from the heavens. His thin lips were pressed tightly, surveying the scene like a monarch, exuding a domineering and arrogant aura. Behind him, a vast expanse of yellow sand served as a backdrop, making him seem like a dark ruler.
"Ah Liang..." Qiao Xia was almost moved to tears. Seeing Mu Liang in such circumstances was like seeing God.
If our love is written as an imminent battle, would you be willing to brave the wind and snow to come to me?
Clearly, he was willing.
Qiao Xia, with her enormous belly, felt nervous and uncomfortable. Seeing Mu Liang, she felt completely at ease. Gu Xixi also stared at him in astonishment. From dozens of meters above, Mu Liang gazed deeply at Qiao Xia.
She had actually learned how to fly a plane and operate a machine gun.
