C2070 Falling Sleeve

It was night. Everything was quiet.

In a small yard, there were only three tiled rooms. In one of the rooms, there was an oil lamp lit. Niuniu, who was carrying Su Zhi, was already fast asleep.

Su Zhi let out a breath and carefully put Niuniu on the bed. He looked at his sister's quiet face and smiled.

Su Qingfeng had a bad night.

But Su Zhi was extremely happy.

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