C123 Emily's Little Worry

Wu Qingluo looked at her little garden and sighed again. The wooden bench seemed to have accompanied her entire childhood. She sat on the bench and watched the stars. He couldn't even count how many suns, moons, and stars had passed. However, he realized that it wasn't enough to calculate with numbers. In the blink of an eye, Perhaps time was never something that could be grasped with hands