It was a windy night, and it was dark, with a few solitary dim lamps swaying in the wind in the distance.
Haofengyi, sitting alone in front of the window, accompanied by the lonely shadow, quietly thinking about Qian in the distance~~~~~~~~~
The wind gently ruffled his heartstrings, and his thoughts drifted away like clouds of smoke.
Leaves are flying and singing is everywhere.
The fallen leaves have flown into the valley, but the singing is still echoing!