Feng Hua Ji Xun

The wind blew loudly, like a naughty elf dancing on a string, pulling the hair of passers-by from time to time. Wisps of sunlight scattered from the sky, very warm but not dazzling. At this time, in the parking lot of a high-rise building, Xun Yiji parked his bicycle, picked up a box from the back seat, and walked towards the high-rise building in front of him. The scenery inside the building is beautiful, made up of various ceramic tiles, tables, chandeliers, vases, tableware, and even the clothes of a small cleaner are very stylish. In comparison, she was dressed very rustic. Her originally long black and straight hair was changed by her...