C368 The Constant Care of the Scissors

In the early morning, Jiang Xinrou left home to go for a walk in a nearby park. The park was filled with the morning of old people and children. She strolled under the rows of lush ginkgo trees, treading on the rustling grass.

She came to the park every morning for walks and stops and air and good for the children and good for her.

After walking for a while and feeling a little tired