He knew that he couldn't do it with Fu min.
Father su walked away in hatred.
*
Sheng Jinghua, who had been recuperating at home for several months, was gradually recovering.
His body was weak.
The weather was cold now, and he was wearing a thick black coat, which made his eyes look as gentle as Jade.
Sheng Jinghua coughed a few times as he pressed his fingertips against his pale lips. He looked out the window into the distance. After a long time, his back looked a little desolate.
He seemed to be waiting for someone.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Come in."
The person who pushed the door open was a slender and thin teenager. He was wearing a long robe, and his long hair fell down like a waterfall. He raised his gentle and delicate eyebrows and looked at the man standing by the window.
Qin shuhan's lips parted slightly. master Sheng, what's the matter? "
