Sauvignon Blanc Eyes Are Full of Xiangliu and No More Tu Shanjing

Xiaoyao stood on the rocks at the seaside with her hands behind her hands. The sea breeze picked up the broken hair on her temples and gently brushed her smooth cheeks. The cool wind passed by her ears, bringing the sound of rolling waves in the distance. She slightly raised her chin to look at the surging waves. Her eyes were calm and firm. Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the warm wooden plaque at her waist that was carved by Xiang Liu himself.