Inside the house.

The carved sandalwood window lattice reveals a unique woody fragrance, which used to smell warm and pleasant, but at this time it makes people dull and tight.

However, the frosty green chrysanthemum in the corner of the wall outside the window is still stubbornly blooming, and the slender petals hang down softly, some of which are about to touch the ground, but they are rolled up and bent into an upward soft arc unyieldingly.

Jiang Yan hugged the purple bamboo tightly, and kept repeating the whispers in her mouth.

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Chapter 180 Mr. Bamboo is dead is in the middle of a hand, please wait a moment,

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