C47 The Mask of a Woman

War takes many forms.

War was everywhere.

In the bustling city, in the corners where the sun couldn't reach, there were also wars.

This morning, Xiao Qingyun sat in her office and stared blankly at the huge window in front of him, as though she had aged a lot.

His second son's fate struck his heart like a heavy hammer.

Although this son was disappointing, he was still his blood and bone