C223 Miracle-working Tailor
In the study, the flickering candle flame lit up Gong Jing's weather-beaten face. His eyes had accumulated for nearly a hundred years, but they were still as bright as before, deep and bright.
The old man sitting in front of the desk had a black shadow reflected in his eyes, or rather, a black robe.
It was probably a man.
He was tall and slender
