"The people I sent to pretend to be volunteers said that she lives on the first floor of the last building at the end of the alley. She used to be a young lady who lived in a house at the entrance of kaihe Street, but later she could only live in the dirtiest and darkest place in the entire Street."
Grandfather ruan sat in his wheelchair, his right hand gripping the armrest tightly.
On the wrinkled back of his hand, there were bulging veins.
He was restraining his emotions. He was afraid that if he was too excited, he would die on the road before he could see qinyue.
He, ruan Zhongqi, had let Yu qinyue down in this life. He was not qualified to see her again ...
It was only when he was about to die and had let go of everything, not daring to have any more extravagant hopes, that he could come here shamelessly to see her.
He's back, Yingluo.
