The sun is setting, and the mountains are full of red clouds.

The faint evening breeze blows people's ears coldly.

Pear Blossom knelt in front of the grassy tombstone, her head tilted slightly, her eyes smiling and tearful, just like the tender gaze when her grandmother sent her to the sedan chair, but her heart was already painful...

Chapter 11 of "Pear Blossom through the Snow Style" Everything is as good as it is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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