Sang Yan felt that he had a close friend.

Every day after He Ying drank the medicine and rested, she would go to Hongzhao's yard.

Sometimes I talk to her.

Sometimes help her clean up the herbs.

Most of the time, Hong Zhao rarely spoke, just looked at Sang Yan's back and was distracted.

Qingwu was sandwiched between the two of them, and one heart was about to be shattered.

One day at dusk

When Sang Yan took the basket to collect the herbs, Qingwu finally pressed no

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