Just throw them all there, a string of wooden beads, one less, no longer round the reincarnation, complete and complete, almost a catastrophe, Ning Ran doesn't want such a bad omen.

Passing by a thick plane tree, Ning Ran stopped and looked, but unfortunately it was too noisy around, and some children were clamoring to climb up.

She sat there, there was no sunrise or sunset, and the wind blew the weeds, the leaves, the ants that passed by, her hair.

I couldn't hear the noisy birdsong in my ears, the hurried footsteps, the lapping of her face, and the call one after another.

The dust drifted down the wind towards her face, her body, and slid all around.

So be it, bury me here and wait for that man to come back.

Maybe he got lost and didn't come to see him

Chapter 79 of "Open on the Mountain Cliff" is not perfect if it is short of one is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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