Sixty-one

room, slowly opening his eyes to gaze at the roses in the flowerhouse. They bloomed with such vibrant beauty, but it was a pity that while the roses of Mojia Castle were in full bloom, there were very...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."mall radish head who looked almost exactly like the eldest when she was little. She was talking to a young woman beside her while raising her head, and she was teaching another little boy who was boun...