Chapter 110 Grief for the Man in Her Previous Life

The sky turned red when the sun rose.

The morning in deep autumn was cold. Mu Qianmei looked at the outside through the window. Everything was white. The woods, the roof, and the ground were covered with frost.

She sat at the window, looked at the scenery outside, and sunk in thought.

Faint hot breath came out from between her little red lips. She seemed to have so many thoughts.

She looked as if she had been enjoying the scenery, but her eyes were wandering, brimming with bewilderment.

Her thought had flown to the distant past across time and space.

That was also a cold morning. Everything was dyed white with autumn frost.

Almost everything was white except the maple leaves in the West Hill of Dream City. They were more scarlet than spring blooms, sweeping the hill like wildfire.

At that time, she was not enjoying the maple leaves alone on the West Hill. A gentle and mild