C1107 I'm Leaving

The young woman, like a cloud shadow, brushed past his mind, leaving deeper marks.

Looking back again, Qiao Zhenyuan's eyes were already filled with tears.

Zhuang Qing walked over and handed him a tissue. She said helplessly, "Old Master, the past is over. Take care of yourself."

She also vaguely knew something about the past. She had some impression of that gentle and elegant woman