Song Qinghui found the reason for her memory loss.

The scorching heat of that year dried the green leaves of Shangjing, and the roots of the trees drilled into the ground in order to survive.

The golden water surface is unobstructed, and the cicadas chirp hoarsely and resounding through the clouds, making people upset.

Song Qinghui curiously put his hand into the water, his small palm passed through the heat of the water, and then stretched it in, and the refreshing coolness rushed up his fingertips......

Chapter 116 of "Eunuch Pet Zangjiao" One hundred and sixteen, the lake is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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