Repeatedly looking at the first page of my father’s letter to me, looking at the back of my father’s paper, I can’t help but feel emotional tears sliding down my cheeks.
Chapter four hundred and twenty Mud Ghost Spirit Take out the long rope made of ivory unknown material in the box. I will quickly fold the stationery back to its original state and put it into the envelope. Then I will put the envelope in the box and lock it. Then I will put the…