Zhuo Qianruo was stunned. After some thought, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it. There were no outsiders here. Thus, she smiled sweetly and said," Thank you, Zhao Yuhan."
Zhao Yuhan's heart trembled, and a warm current swept across. A gap in his heart was slowly closing. He suddenly felt that this cold and desolate Eastern Palace had for the first time been filled with vitality.
With the two boxes of small items that Zhao Yuhan carefully prepared, Zhuo Qianruo had truly lived a colorful life every day. During the day, Hong Ling taught her martial arts, and she was as strict as a teacher. At night, they were as close as sisters, flipping through the picture books together. As they watched, they discussed. Beside them were all kinds of melon seeds and peanuts.
Hong Ling had bee
