C255 Peony

The pain was no longer there. The child knelt down gratefully again and again before running to guard the door.

The man's hair, which was as black as ink, fell onto his waist. He fiddled with the jade bottle in his hand. His eyes gleamed. Looking at the garden full of flowers, he chuckled lightly and went back into his room.

The child secretly took a glance but could not break it