In Peiping in June 1951, the bluestone road in Nanluogu Lane was wet by the morning rain and glowed with a warm light. Liu Qin stood at the door of No. 95 Courtyard holding a half-worn blue cloth duffel bag. The baggage belt was clenched slightly with his fingertips. His throat felt like a ball of water-soaked cotton was blocked, and he could not even utter a complete sentence.
Who would have thought that twenty-four hours ago, she was Liu Qin, a new social worker in a certain subdistrict office in 2025...
Reader comments
Death from poison!
The storyline is better than before
The first few pictures are okay, but the latter ones are oh my god, they are so confusing. Jia Zhang's husband is Jia Dongxu, and Qin Huairu's husband is Xu Damao, oh my god!
Death from poison!
The storyline is better than before
The first few pictures are okay, but the latter ones are oh my god, they are so confusing. Jia Zhang's husband is Jia Dongxu, and Qin Huairu's husband is Xu Damao, oh my god!
Written in a mess
The real love courtyard
AI tastes too strong
It's good to save trouble