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.,Ning Yu helplessly said, “Mom, today is your birthday.”,Ning Ran was thoroughly awakened by the pinch. She glanced at the surroundings, which were different from her own.。