Chapter 55 memories of the past

in the dead of night, on the willow, the wind blows gently, swaying the faint branches, a few pieces of deciduous trees rustle.

"sister, you promised me yesterday to tell me about the latter!" Wood cicada once said, will not mention again, but she still want to know that period, she from Ling xueyin into Xia Zirui's story.

snow sound is so annoyed by wood cicadas, "three changes!"

"no, no, I'm going to listen!" The cicada said, "last night, you refused to talk about it, which made me think about it all night. Is that what my sister used to be like? How can...