After that, he turned around secretly.

The Tianhe is lonely, and the cold river is lonely.

In the early spring of that year, Ye Fan went south to India alone.

After all, he still didn't recognize Qiu Mucheng.

In the past, he thought that the status of "Ye Fan's wife" would bring glory and security to Qiu Mucheng.

But in the end, he found that what he brought to her woman was only suffering and endless suffering.

So, this time, he didn't want to involve this silly woman in his dispute again.

Just let her be safe and sound, and be an ordinary person in this world.

Maybe one day, relying on herself, she can also grow into a towering tree, standing alone.

However, even if it doesn't grow up, it doesn't matter.

He, Ye Fan, will give him a woman and shelter.

Like a flower, planted in a greenhouse.

You just bloom, and someone will protect you from the wind and rain.

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India, New Delhi.

On the street, there is a lot of traffic.

Pedestrians come and go like weaving.

At this time, the hot summer is only the beginning of spring, and the cold spring is expected to be cold.

However, India has already started the summer early.

The sun was shining high, and the weather was hot and dry.

But even so, the flow of people on the streets is still noisy.

This seems to be a commercial street, and the streets and alleys are full of the sound of hawkers.

At the entrance of some shops, Indian unique folk music is played on high-power speakers.

In the past, Ye Fan had only heard this kind of music in film and television dramas.

Every time, it is accompanied by a few girls dressed in fancy dresses, wrapped in long skirts, and wearing nose ornaments, swaying to the rhythm.

Ye Fan has never been to India, and all his impressions are only from sources and film and television works.

In his memory, India is a magical country.

The people here regard the cow as the most sacred thing.

Even the excrement of cows is a rare treasure in the eyes of the Indian people. JrNovels.com