I stood on the busy street, and time flowed very slowly to me, because the sadness was so heavy that I felt like a year for a second.

The phone vibrated a few times, and I clicked on it to see that it was my uncle's message.

I asked my dad how to distribute the house and pension...

"You Are the Firefly to the Evening" Chapter 112: Life has its own arrangement is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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