There is no road in the mountain stream, thorns grow everywhere, but in a hidden place, there is a pond. The water here is warm in winter and cool in summer.,It had been years since she'd returned, but every time Yang Cui walked through the village, a group of men would follow her, whistling and staring.,Immediately, she stared at Zhang Dong for a long time, as if she wanted to etch his figure into her mind.。