C1919 The Bloodthirsty One His 65
As soon as Liang Weixin opened the door and walked into the house, memories of the past flooded into his mind.
Ji Qinghe and Ji Panpan, who had been sitting on the sofa and knitting sweaters together, seemed to still be there. On the thick wool carpet in the living room, two little boys in identical outfits were leaning against each other, playing with toys
