"The drizzle keeps falling; the breeze blows non-stop; the gentle breeze and drizzle make Liu Qingqing. Ouch, Liu Qingqing. My dear, I don’t want your gold, my dear, I don’t want your silver, Nunu, I only want yours

Heart……"

On the gramophone, "Drizzle" by the famous singer Liming Hui was playing.

Zhu Yanni looked in the mirror and applied lipstick carefully.

At hand, there is a branch of Browning.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was very satisfied.

She stood up and put on a white cheongsam.

Then, she put on a pair of white high heels.

After a while, I have to take off my high heels.

I wish Yanni wouldn’t find it too troublesome.

Women, no matter where they go, they should dress themselves up beautifully.

She walked to the window and opened it.

It's getting dark.

She leaned against the window, and behind her, there was singing from the gramophone:

"The drizzle made me burst into tears; the gentle breeze made me dare not raise my head. How to arrange the violent storm..."

…

Yuan Zhonghe looked in the mirror and pulled out a white hair.

Why do you have white hair?

Although he is considered older in the army, he is not even forty years old.

Oh, I’m old, I’m old.

"Lao Yuan, it's almost time."

Wei Yunzhe said in a low voice.

"Hey, then, let's set off."

Yuan Zhonghe put away the shell gun.
Chapter completed!