Su Shallow nest on the sofa, watching the autumn wind outside the window, rolling leaves, wanton wandering in the sky, there is a kind of inexplicable sadness.

Mu Yanqing folded the quilt, looked at the sad Su Shallow and sighed helplessly.

"Madam, why don't I accompany you to the backyard? It's easy to be in a bad mood if you hold your breath in the room!"

Su Shallow eyes, still looking out of the window, "I don't want to go, thank you, sunny night!"

Mu Yanqing was also uncomfortable when she looked at Su Shallow's picture. She was always sick recently. She couldn't see Mr. Su Shallow any more. She...