C1497 I Never Miss the Lotus Life 1(1)

A tired sigh, not a ripple at all in the middle of the night.

In front of him was a flickering candle flame.

No matter how strong the wind was, no matter how hard it was shaking, it still held on.

In the rain, only the sound of a man holding a brush and writing on a piece of paper was heard. The incense was mixed with the incense, filling up the whole room