You Look up and Look at the Direction the Wind Is Blowing

The night was as cool as the wind, and Murong Baixue walked alone into the brightly lit and bustling restaurant. "Last night, the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang." Although their acquaintance was not as romantic as in the poem, it still had a hint of drama. New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!