Ah Er, AH San, and Xiao Qi went fishing. The three of them were wearing thick cotton clothes and scarves and hats. A small hole had been punched in the frozen lake. They sat on the stool with fishing gear and started fishing.
Xuan Yingluo did not leave. She just sat behind them and looked at them. She always felt that ah er, Ah San, was hiding something from her.
She would not be wrong. A woman’s sixth sense was especially accurate. She was not sure about that time in the room, but when she fell asleep just now, someone definitely walked over and reached out to touch her stomach.
That big palm had a thick cocoon and a power that made people feel at ease and rely on it. Xuan Yingluo felt that it was extremely familiar. who was that?
Actually, the answer was obvious. There was no other person who could give her such a feeling, and that person was... Zhou Yu?
Could it be that Zhou Yu didn’t die?
