Wen Wanbing left Du Yunjie's apartment at six o'clock in the morning, when the sky was bright.

Standing in the bustling and quiet downtown with a backpack on his back, the black coat on his body is very large, and it belongs to a handsome uncle. Wrapped tightly and wrapped tightly, smelling the aroma of the clothes like sunken wood, Wen Wanbing felt more relieved.

After a few deep glances left and right, stepping on the cool and even slightly cold morning dew in the early morning, she left the city where she had lived for I didn't know how many years.

The memory has recovered a little, but it always brings Wen Wanbing that deep sadness. I always have in my mind the attachment and reluctance of Uncle Shuai when he looked at her before he died,......

"A Hundred Turns and a Thousand Turns to Love You" Chapter 113 Two years are in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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