Chapter 216: The Disappearing Memorial

A Cadillac stopped in front of the bookstore. It was still early in the morning, so the bustling south street was still very quiet during the day.

A woman got out of the car. She was wearing a lily dress, black stockings, and her delicate skin and young face perfectly demonstrated the harmony of youth and sexiness.

Licking her lips, the woman was not in a hurry to go in. Instead, she looked at the memorial archways on both sides of the bookstore. On one side, she said, "I'm just listening."On the other side, she said, "I'm listening.".

I'm just casually telling you some hearsay stories. Just listen and don't take it to heart.

It was a salted fish-like smell.

If it was the kind of noble who hung this on his door after retirement, it would give people a feeling of returning to the simplicity after seeing the vicissitudes of the world