At the end of the national mourning period, Zeyang took off his vegetarian condition, and it was thriving again.

There is only one place that is incompatible with this bustling Fusheng.

Xie Wuyi avoided everyone and stepped into Qiao's mansion in the setting sun.

The last time she came, she didn't enter the door, just looked at the cobwebs and vines that had been hooked back from the courtyard wall from the outside. But when his feet landed on a clump of withered grass, Xie Wuyi's heart was still stung fiercely.

The sycamore tree in the courtyard had just died, and all that remained was its bare branches, and the stone table on which she used to sit had been split in half. At his feet is the rubble of the roof, and the cold wind blows, eroding the rich vitality, and letting the wails of memories shuttle endlessly.

Xie Wuyi swept away the mess in the courtyard and dug under the tree......

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