C197 We Are Separated by Two Worlds

I like to hear stories, and I see a desire to tell them, and I nod my head, and I wait quietly for him to go on.

I didn't make any noise, I listened to the story in silence. It was a strange sight, and I was happy to see it. My eyes wandered around until they landed on the middle-aged woman who was still knitting her hat in front of me.

"Her name is Huang Xiang