The autumn leaves were boundless, the autumn rain was boundless, and the ages were boundless.
The rain hit the mirror lake, wetting the stone steps in front of the threshold. It rushed into the study, causing the curtains to lift inward.
It showed the appearance of the teacher writing furiously.
In the blink of an eye,
The children in the manor had all grown up.
He was originally eight or nine years old, but now he was eighteen or nineteen years old. He had reached the age where he was full of vigor and became a newborn calf.
At this moment, ninety-nine young men and women were holding oil-paper umbrellas and standing in front of the study, waiting quietly.
Each of them carried a saber or a sword on their back, or they hid weapons empty-handed. Some were petite and charming, some were beautiful and charming, some were strong and burly, some were thin and gloomy, some were flirtatious, some were domineering, they had all kinds of auras and weapons.
