"Qing Yan, Qing Yan" Gong Ruruo's light call came from afar. "Qing Yan..." The voice got closer and closer. A figure accompanying the wind gradually became clearer, and the sound gradually reached my ears. Mo Qingyan looked back and smiled slightly, feeling bright and beautiful. "Ah...! You'd better stop laughing, it's better not to laugh." This is Gong Ruruo's favorite thing to say to Mo Qingyan. Just take it seriously and listen to the wind. The past is often the past, the withered bones piled up on the edge of the sea cliff, who knows whose story, whose sadness, the beauty has become the withered bones... But the faint imperial power makes people dare not infringe!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
