Cen Yunyao poured herself a glass of wine and started telling a story to her shadow on the wall.
What you get in exchange for your life is nothing more than chatting with others after dinner. It only lasts for a while, and the story is over.
The righteousness of family and country, the love of children...
When the dream hits the south wall, the hasty ending shows its sharpness.
Hush, listen, Cen Yunyao is starting to tell a story