My Miss Peach

Long days passed by each other, and I was busy with the life in front of me. I thought this was the life I wanted, porridge in the morning and wine at night. Qiu Yao stepped on the ants in the sun and said with a smile that I live like a retired old man with no desires or desires. I smiled without saying anything and handed her the peeled orange. I actually want to grow old quietly like this, with nothing to do with wind and rain. The appearance of Chen Ya broke my thoughts. Facing this former lover and her purpose of coming to my city, I fell into this strange whirlpool again. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.