C340 The Old Farmer Selling Flowers

Love was like a flower in the summer, harvesting in the autumn, but in the end, it was harvested as an unpredictable fruit. The people who came and went to seek it were just a little luxurious enjoyment and a little comfort in their spare time.

Yun Liu Ya looked at the blue sky and could not help but feel a sense of emotion in her heart. Most of the time, she was calm, indifferent