Han yichu looked at the layout of the house in front of him, and he was dazed.
Because he had all the memories of his past life, when he walked into this place, the impact was great.
It was as if he and qingwu had returned to the Republic of China.
Han yichu didn't even know what was reality and what was a dream.
Somehow, they had come here. Did it mean that everything in the past had happened in reality and not a dream? And not the dream butterfly of Zhuangzhou?
It truly existed.
Han yichu's heart trembled.
Huang qingwu walked forward, and han yichu followed her.
At this time, he regained his senses and looked deeply at Huang qingwu, paying attention to her emotions.
When he looked at it, he felt as if he had returned to the beginning of his past life.
Han yichu hugged Huang qingwu and said affectionately,""Qingwu, I miss you so, so much ..."
He also wanted to say that he had a dream that he had hurt her and that he was very worried.
