Strong winds swept across the mountain in waves. Liang Hongdou grabbed her sleeves and looked down the mountain worriedly. She was eleven years old and had just been brought back from death; half a day ago, her head was almost moved due to a miscarriage of justice in a strange and strange lawsuit. Fortunately, Chen Xiaotao beside her was desperate and led people to rob the execution ground and rescued her. After saying goodbye, she didn't know when we would see each other again. Even though she didn't hold much weight in the man's heart, she still hoped that he would come to see her off. Thinking of this, Liang Hongdou couldn't help but pray.
