"How long will you stay with me in July of Song Dynasty?" On Sunday morning, Chu Yan had breakfast. She couldn't bear to ask.

"You can live as long as you like." Song held a bowl of noodles in July. She watched TV without turning her head back.

"Didn't he pick you up yesterday? It's been so long that you haven't been settled yet?' Chu Yan asked in surprise.

"It was you who sold me!" Song looked sideways in July and frozen her with his eyes.

"It's good to have someone come to pick you up!" Chu Yan said that, in fact, that day was when she went to Morris...