In the afternoon, Dorjee's father Sanjay walked on the street of Corz for a long time, and someone greeted him, but he was also indifferent and did not respond.

Finally, he went to the temple halfway up the mountain against which Corz leaned for a long time, and in the scripture hall, he bowed his head, kept chanting the scriptures in his mouth, and occasionally flashed a trace of grief on his bearded face.

When I got home, I first sat in my son Dorjee's room for a while. Since the death of his son, his wife has been in poor health, and the decoction has never stopped, and every once in a while, she will hold the photo of Dorjee and cry bitterly.

Over time, the previous delicate and graceful face became unusually haggard, and the person was also thin......

"A Hundred Turns and a Thousand Turns to Love You" Chapter 108 Reality Pain is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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