C940 The Thin Yu Simiao

The Leng family's gate was tightly shut, and the iron gate was wrapped in black paint, and under the great sun, there was an inexplicable sense of sorrow.

When Han Ruo stood outside the door and looked into the courtyard, she suddenly realized that the large patch of smoked grass in the courtyard seemed to be sickly and was about to wither. It was no longer as lively as before