o himself with a bitter smile, "Xiaowan, it has been three y

ianbin stroked her face and sighed in a way that couldn't be heard. Then

he French windows and on his body gently. Gu Nianbin stretched his arms

e blown away by a gust of wind. Yet, with her head down, s

r face, Gu Nianbin could only see her fine and soft hair tied in a ponytail hanging down. Her hair looked a bit yellow in the sunlight. Instead of

py. The tree had been planted here for more than 20 years. And every year it started losing leaves as soon as autumn started. Gu Shan

half years old at that time, held the sapling very carefully. She

nd answered with a smile, "When you gro

t moons, and put her little fat hands into the pocket. Then she

t and said, "You little fatty, you can't eat any

being called 'little fatty'. So she burs

round face and little chubby hands. Wearing a

er mother, so he caught up and stopped her. After tryin

n stopped to look up at the tree. She happened to see a man sitting in fr

ept the young master. Maybe he was the young master? But she heard that the young master pulled a long f

was the girl who had been sweeping the leaves. She must still be a child. With a little face, big eyes, an

the child laborer downstairs shivered, and fled like a frightened rabbit