Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

hing.>Before the grave stood a blank tombstone, bare and rather lonely.Xu Xiangqian said: “I’ve thought for a long time and don’t know how to write an inscription, so I left it blank here. What do you...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！e was in pain, the pain stemming from his understanding of Jiang Wang's choice.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!And Jiang Wang indeed said, "This junior bows to your s...