C421 Return to That Year

Gu Donglee had fallen into chaos.

The bone-piercing cold wind gradually died down. In fact, even the gentle spring breeze was making his face itch.

The petals of the pear floated down and a faint fragrance slowly entered his nose.

"Daughter, daughter!"

She was jolted awake by the force and found herself sprawled on a bench, facing the bluestone floor, covered with fallen petals