Chai Feng'er

Jiang Li hugged Bai Yun and sat under the big tree, feeling the gentle breeze blowing Breeze, looking at the clouds in the distance that are rimmed with gold by the setting sun. "Wow~ It would be great if I were Feng'er! I can help Jiang Ni bring his thoughts to the people who have passed away~" Baiyun said so. "I am Jiang Li, not Jiang Ni" The silk tubes in Jincheng are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. It seems that those who keep walking can always see hope earlier than others~