Six Hundred Years of Huaixia Is Not an Exaggeration

Under the city wall, her soul is bound in a six-hundred-year-old locust tree. Just waiting to see him again when he comes back from reincarnation. As expected, he had been under a tree that night, but he had hugged a girl who was joking. The corner of her old clothes brushed against the bark of the tree, and she gently scattered a handful of fallen leaves.