C385 There Is Always a Powder of Convergence

Tired and happy, this was the happiest moment of life.

The afternoon sun was even warmer, Leng Mohuai accompanied Yu Qinzi to sit in the left side of the glass room, drinking afternoon tea, and talking about something unknown. On the right were Tang Kexin and Tang Guo, each of them eating their books with relish, while Qiuqiu was napping beside them.

In the evening