C253 The Battle of Mirror Lake(1)

Green smoke, boiling pot, herbal flavors all over the tiles, wen Ye was sitting beside the stove, waving the fan in his hand to control the fire. Moon was lazily lying on the swing behind her. She was holding a pot of wine, her long robe dragging the floor lazily. Her tired eyes rolled as she looked at Wen Ye's back. She suddenly said, "Wen Ye