C31 Today was the memorial day of the prime minister's mansion

A gust of wind blew past his ears as Jun Hanyi's eyes turned cold. He lifted a piece of paper.

"Tomorrow afternoon, Spirit Ferry, in the western suburbs."

It was her handwriting.

A trace of light surfaced in Jun Hanyi's dull eyes, while his complexion no longer looked as haggard and haggard as before.

Iris, is it really you? I thought you really didn't want to see me again