C2370 Dismissed

Even in the afternoon, the early winter of Essence Immobilizing City still had frost that had yet to disappear on the roof tiles. Qian Suzi was sitting alone on a chair in the corridor. He was dressed in a fiery red robe and looked indifferently at the desolate courtyard in front of him. Although the garden that Wu Cuilian used to tend to was pretty, ever since Zhang Cuihua was shot