Chapter Twenty-Two: A Pool of Spring Water Reflecting Peache

e city would become."Father, Father!" Qin Nianmin was over fifty years old, his hair already streaked with gray. But looking at his helpless father, he himself felt like a child lost in the dark.He cr...allowing the crimson blood to envelop it. He sighed, “This is where the line is drawn.”Cheng Fei didn't speak anymore.He was unhappy about being chased by Yao Qi, feeling rather humiliated, but the fo...