Under the plum tree, Li Gexiao thought of those past events and couldn't help but miss them.
At that time, he still smiled innocently and beautifully at him.
At that time, he even drank with him under the moonlight.
At that time, he was not Ying Wuqi who killed people without blinking an eye.
(The cover picture is from the stolen bar~ Aimu Sauri~ Just borrow it)
Intention: