It was rainy in spring, and a heavy rain poured down in the middle of the night, which wet the newly opened Spring.
Shen Qingyun was awakened by the thunder, and the bamboo curtains outside the window were cracked by the rain. She opened her eyes, only to find that her whole body was soaked with sweat.
Black hair stuck to her neck, but she didn"t have the strength to move.
Ever since she met Zhao Mingzhu"s father and daughter at the entrance of Baicaotang, she has had the same dream every night. In fact, it is not a dream, after all, it is a real thing.
It"s been too long, and now I remember it as if it happened yesterday.
When he was five years old, He gave birth to a baby boy that year. Father Song loved it very much. He went to the temple that night to ask for a birthday card to bl
