Sixty-one

he roses weren't planted densely together. She could push her wheelchair through the garden, but the wound on her wrist hadn't fully healed yet; even a slight movement hurt. Wen Nuan didn't move eithe...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." of what they were each thinking, the two brothers simultaneously twisted in disgust.In the midst of the commotion, Ye Sanshao and Anya also finished their phone call. Seeing Xiao Tian crying, Ye Sans...