When Avery Qin Found Riley Chu Chapter 95

The branches of the white platycodon are crooked, barely holding up the trumpet-shaped flower heads, and an inexplicable feeling of fatigue comes over me.

Riley Chu didn't want it, so he picked and picked for a long time and finally only got a handful of chamomile.

Walking in the deep alley, the old street lamps in disrepair made a "hissing" sound above the head, and there were new small advertisements on the cement walls, almost covering all the original ones.

It was almost June, and the temperature was rising. A cold breeze came out of the corridor, and the musty smell was heavier than in winter, making Riley Chu's body goosebumps.

He had never found the musty smell so unpleasant before.