C437 He Was an Old Friend

An old man usually got up early. Take Gu Yunlang for example. He was playing with two cyan glass beads as he wandered around the courtyard. Time had left a mark on this old man's body mercilessly.

The stooped figure looked back and saw that Mu Xiang seemed to have turned into a stone statue in an instant. She stood there in a daze and did not move at all. He just stared at Mu Xiang quietly