C346 The Four Seasons Are too Shallow

"I'll wait for you." With his words, Lianshuang's heart, which was riddled with holes, finally felt fulfilled.

On the second day, Feng Qingcheng did not even have the time to say goodbye to Lianshuang.

In the first three months of spring, the grass grew and the birds flew. The geese returned. Feng Qingcheng did not have a single message.

In the sixth month of summer, it was a hot summer day