Li Jiaren carefully opened the large glass bottle and took out the small wish bottle inside.

looking at the wish bottle, the corner of her mouth rose involuntarily. This was buried in her senior year, she remembered.

put the vase bottle carefully aside, Li Jia then picked up the shovel and then dug it down. There were fifteen of them. Now she has dug up one. With luxuriant foliage of Wutong trees, page is blowing rustling.

the shovel was very heavy, and Li Jia had to dig hard. Before long, her fair and delicate hands became red, and her palm was even made up of one or two small bubbles....