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.,Gritting his teeth, he finished the last few words, and his face darkened.,Ning Ran pulled the good Sun back to her side, her eyes dimmed, with a deep longing: “Your grandmother is a strong person…”。