C327 He Doesn't Believe Me

Perhaps Shangguan Xianghua is now willing to let us out for a walk.

As Mo Li helped me out, the green of the tree stung my eyes.

It was already the beginning of spring. The wounds on his head caused time to take away his blood and pain. It was the pain of remembering, and it was also a kind of luck.

Whenever I open my eyes, I can still see.

But this dirt place, how can there be green