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.,Ning Ran's ears once again heard a roar of anger, and she subconsciously nodded.,As soon as the words left his mouth, the pain in his arm made him gasp.。