Chapter 681: The Rhythm of a Broken Home!

he flowers bloomed throughout the garden, every time the spring breeze blew past, the mountains and valleys would be showered with petals, I wonder how many guests it has enchanted.Now that the flower...Oh, woe is me! If the young master does not want me, I can only... only follow my father!"She finished speaking and, with a thud of her head against the ground, she wept even more piteously.At this ti...