The Destroyed Dream
Editor: Atlas Studios
I am not strong.
But the people in this world seem to be weaker than me.
The white cat was rendered speechless.
"Those people outside will definitely be angered to death if they heard what you've said," the white cat muttered. She stretched out her pink tongue and licked Lin Jiufeng's wrist.
Then, she let Lin Jiufeng stroke her as he wanted.
After interacting with Lin Jiufeng for almost 10 years, their relationship had long become deep.
Now that Lin Jiufeng had become so powerful, the white cat seemed to be proud of him.
Lin Jiufeng carried the white cat and returned to the courtyard.
Two cherry trees, one big and one small were budding and extending their branches.
They were about to blossom.
The cherry tree that he planted when Emperor Ming passed away had also grown up.
Lin Jiufeng was often in seclusion, so he couldn't feel the passing of time.