The last winter of He Zhishu's life must have been painful. Could it have been more despairing than the cramping pain in Jiang Wenxu's heart? Could it be that the only way to escape from such entangled and recurring pain was death.
"Little Shu, will you feel better if I hold you tight?"
"Brother Jiang, none of us will cry, okay..."
It's probably because people are old and can't stand the abuse, so let's give it a try. I want to be sweet but not bored. I really can't bear to study the original work back and forth. If there is any inaccuracy in the plot, please bear with me and welcome your corrections.
Bow~~~
Intention: Good things in this world cannot be lost but found again.
Reader comments
Madam, can you use your own trumpet to continue writing... I really want to see the follow-up
Madam, can you use your own trumpet to continue writing... I really want to see the follow-up