As winter approaches, Chen Anjin sews winter clothes for Qi Jing to keep out the cold, listening to the sound of a book being lit, and guiding her to understand the meaning of the book from time to time.
Outside the house, the cold sword energy rose wildly in the snow, shaking the centuries-old trees in the courtyard. Chen Anjin was attracted to the two people from time to time. It was a picture of a loving father and a filial son.
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The winter was much colder than usual. The rustling sound in a small courtyard behind the teahouse woke her up, and the cold snow kept falling on her body.
She raised her eyes to look at the tomb, and gently touched the very familiar name with her hand.
There was an uncontrollable sob in his words: "Qi Lang, I haven't finished sewing your winter coat yet, why did you wake me up so quickly? I still want to see you again."
Purpose: Essay