C60 Zhang Tianfeng's Wound

In the yard, the osmanthus flowers were simmering with the medicine Gui Qing drank from. In her slender hand, she was holding a fan and constantly waving it. The fragrance of the medicine wafted out of the yard.

"Flower!"

When Gui Hua heard someone calling for her, she put down her fan and walked out of the room. "Sister Yue Yue