lt;lt;lt;Reborn Soar

Under the window was a kang (a traditional Chinese heated bed), and the bedding on it hadn't been washed in ages. It was lumpy and had a strange smell.,With a gulp, Du Fei swallowed nervously, his face turning black as coal.,Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.。