She just needs to invade this cemetery.
With her words, the barbarian soldiers and the gray wolves surged into the labyrinth.
And Meng Xingxian looked at the crow above and exclaimed sharply, "Why won't you let me send my son in! He's your nephew too, why are you so heartless? Why?!"
The crow replied, "I can bring him in, but you cannot bring people in."
Meng Xingxian continued, "As a mother, why can't I see my son off?"
The crow remained silent, no one can wake someone who pretends to be asleep.
Below its lowered gaze, it could still see that old man with a head full of white hair.
The old man's body was still robust.
And over fifty years, this old man had come here every year, shouting "Aunt, Aunt", sometimes sitting alone, talking to Aunt Crow Mother about his experiences.
From childhood to adolescence, to middle age, and now to the present.
Li Yuan might know little about this grandson, but Crow Mother was part of his life.
