Back to the 1970s: F

Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,Gritting his teeth, he finished the last few words, and his face darkened.,As soon as the words left his mouth, the pain in his arm made him gasp.。