C190 Worried belly

It was about autumn, and a light drizzle had fallen over the past two days. The patter of the rain on the buffalo skin was not tiring to the ears.

The floor was plastered with a thick sticker, and it was completely silent as they walked. Morong Gan slowly walked forward with a heavy frown between his eyebrows.

The night before his departure, he finally went to the backyard. However