C1853 Moody Man

After the loud noise, the room quieted down completely. Saang Qingxia was left alone with a bag of clothes, sitting on the bed in a daze. She couldn't help but feel depressed …

She slowly opened the bag. Inside was a new set of clothes, soft fabric, and a comfortable texture. The design was very simple, very ordinary, but there was a kind of … The smell of home!

Saang Qingxia's nose was sour