Sixty-one

tone, only an inscription.The lilies were still blooming beautifully, with plenty of dewdrops. Warmly thought to herself, these lilies must have been planted by mom.Every year, the person who comes t...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."t protect his family. This was his confidence, even after retirement, he remained vigilant. Ye Tianyu, filled with youthful vigor, fought fiercely and decisively.This is the translated text: Please p...