C234 On the matters of the wasteland

A bamboo house, a small hall.

By the time Zhu Qian had explained everything to Sun Yan, it was already evening.

"You mean, I've been in a coma for three years?" At this moment, Sun Yan, who was sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the bamboo house and was wearing the red robe that he hadn't seen for a long time, looked at the white clothed female in front of him.

Zhu Qian nodded her head