Jiang Yixing could no longer lie in bed like a corpse. When the old lady returned, she would confront her. 。,In the past, after that incident, Old Wu and Shui Xiang were both beaten to death. 。Seeing you all, Jiang Yixing is filled with guilt. 。,After the wind passed, the swing went a little higher, and petals floated down with the wind. 。Petals brushed across her cheeks, leaving them soft and rosy. 。。