Three years later --

in the morning, the sun was shining, Gu Qianmeng lazily stretched out her arms, got up and opened the door, took a deep breath first, then she smiled.

Changing the slippers, Gu Qianmeng was in a good mood, and planned to pull some vegetables from the fence fields downstairs to eat noodles.

Not surprisingly, several milk bottles appeared at the foot again.

Bend over, pick it up by Gu Qianmeng, then hold it tightly in the palm of your hand and slowly rub the temperature of the milk bottle, which is still hot.

At first, Gu Qianmeng thought that someone had misplaced it, but later she...