Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

patiently said, "If you have anything to say, just go ahead.""Ever since your father passed away, the business at the shop has gone from bad to worse, and I'm afraid our lives are becoming increasing... battle raged from sunrise to midday, and from midday until now.At that time, on the horizon, the setting sun was like blood.>And under the setting sun, Yang Jiande seemed like another bloody sunset!H...