C114 Big sis sees all of them

Autumn passed, and even the crabapple tree in front of the window like the moon, the flower had already fallen into the mud, the first winter's bleak already had a few inklings, in a flash, a month passed.

As usual, Lian Mu sat on a chair made of sour pear wood with her eyes closed. She held a string of buddhist beads in her hand as she recited Buddhist scriptures.

She picked up the pastries