In her golden years, Feng Qingyun was just beginning to bloom.
Her skin was fair, her face was beautiful, and her figure was tall and slender, yet there was still a hint of childishness in her large eyes. Who could imagine that, seven years ago, she looked like a malnourished child of two or three, even though she was already five?
Feng Qingxue touched her sister's thick, black hair, eyes filled with satisfaction, "You're not going to school anymore, are you?"
Everyone is at home.
When she returned to the Wanglou Brigade, she saw many children who should have been in school, but were working instead.
