C70 Chapter 70

Late in the fall, the night air turned sharp, and cold gusts swept through.

Qiqi hadn’t expected that since arriving here in September, it was already November.

Time had flown, and she still hadn’t accomplished a thing. And next up was the start of winter.

Back in their yard, Yongnian and Yongxing were busy in the kitchen. Anan sat under the elm tree, chin in hand