"Qian'er, have you ever heard of the story of Wangchuan?" Cheng Ran gently stroked the wind chime and stared at Qian Ran lovingly.
Qianran's eyes flickered, revealing a hint of novelty. She turned around with a smile and replied softly: "I've heard a little bit about it, why don't you tell me in detail."
By the river, the water is gurgling. The cool evening breeze gently lifted Qian Ran's sleeves, and the wind chimes in Cheng Ran's hand jingled in the wind, like a graceful woman singing affectionately. The moon-white wind chimes are like crystal clear diamonds under the nourishment of the moonlight, so dazzling.
The moonlight is like washing, Chengran's eyes are as tender as water, Qian'er stands in the wind, looking into the distance...
Purpose: Save the common people