A Heavenly Gift: The

"What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours",Moving in a daze, he stared at Zhou Zhe as he charged toward him, his hands and feet icy cold.,In the blur, large drops fell onto his face. He instinctively wanted to go to his stomach, but the power coming from his belly was slowly fading away.。