In the red-leaf maple forest in the evening, Feng stood alone in the bleak wind, wearing a red robe flying with the maple leaves all over the sky. The red was dazzling, the red was alluring, the red was thrilling.
Feng closed his eyes and used his mind to sense everything around him. He could hear the restless wind, the rhythm of flying maple leaves, and even the low hum of insects.
At this time, Feng was still so calm, as calm as a still lake, so quiet that he couldn't feel the ripples of any emotion.
Feng has been standing in the wind for a long time, as if waiting for someone.
Suddenly, Feng opened his eyes and smiled softly. In an instant, the entire beautiful maple forest with red leaves was eclipsed and lost its life-like brilliance.