On a green grassland, there is a crisp bark of a puppy and a few little milk dogs squatting on the ground, as if the little boy was pulling something in the dirt, and the smoke was curling, and a woman was cooking on the stove with an apron.

The man was carrying a lot of firewood, and when he came back, he saw that his home was peaceful, and he had a smile on his face.

"Xianggong, you're back."

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Chapter 470 of "Loving You Through the Millennium" The end of the play is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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