C132 For Xiao Yu Let's Talk
The night wind blows gently, gradually mesmerizing my sight.
I listened to Zhang Ningfeng's words and cast my gaze towards Zhang Xiaoyu, who was sitting in a wheelchair and staring blankly at the river.
All these years, how did she get here?
Eight years, a total of eight years!
Zhou Mingfann had already returned from prison, but he already had Chen Yunjing. There were even others. .
