Back to the 1970s: F

Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,When Ning Ran saw the person in front of her, she was stunned and widened her eyes in disbelief. She pinched herself hard.,As soon as the words left his mouth, the pain in his arm made him gasp.。