Chapter 54

of the fields.The air is humid and gentle.The wind blew away the dust of past entanglements in Ning Yuan's heart, and she once again clearly realized—Everything is not a dream, it's so good to be rebo...nts, like some kind of special trace.Ning Yuan blushed involuntarily after a moment.She quickly covered her face, then picked up a porcelain cup from the side and drank some water.I shouldn't have arg...