At this time, it began to rain in the sky, like smoke and fog, and it seemed even more cool and moist in early autumn.

The corners of Yin Qingran's eyes were slightly wet, she put the flowers in front of the monument, looked at the photo of her father, folded her hands, and prayed silently in her heart.

After many years of unraveling the knot, a thousand words and two lines of tears.

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Chapter 498 of "Whose House the Peach Blossoms Fall": None of us are afraid of being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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