C113 Cloud Shadow Art
The night wind was still blowing. The two of them were flying in the sky as if they were riding the wind. The poem that Tang Bohu recited told the sad story of Liang Zhu. Yang Yuexin was deeply immersed in it.
They read together in the same window and were inseparable. They saw each other off for eighteen miles. They were separated by the end of the world
