The car turned a corner and entered a boulevard. The road is lined with sycamores that shade the sky, palm-sized leaves that sway in the wind, leaking golden sunlight.

This road Jiang Zhao is very familiar with.

She lived at the end of the road three years ago, and now that she is back, she really feels like a world away.

The carved gate senses that the car slowly opens, and the wheels press on the crossroads and there is sand......

Chapter 166 Your Things, I Won't Move It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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