C194 On the Qinhuai River the Flower God Was Sacrificed

"Of course it's in the book. There's an old saying that goes, 'The book has its own beauty, and the book has its own house of gold.'"

Xun Qianxia spat twice and gradually let go. She had lived for twenty years, how could she let a fourteen-year-old girl hold onto her?

"You're still young, so you should be more open-minded. After a few more years, you won't be able to be open even if you want to