Chapter 60 Remote memorial to Eileen Chang

Suspected to be a Buddhist ascetic monk, but he was once famous in the city. The drifting blue sea can be turned into ashes, and the hatred of sleeping in the red building is still unsatisfied. There are gangrene and painful words attached to the bones, and Zhuo Zhuo has no place to hold affectionately. Unexpectedly, there are so many reputations in this day, but there is no soul and word spirit.