C239 When the peach is ripe!

The night was like water, and the cold winter fog enveloped the listeners. The fog was hazy, and when one looked up at the moon, it was as if they were looking at the beautiful face of a lover in a dream. The lover was covered by a thin veil, but it was even more captivating and beautiful.

Fang Shaobai sat on the ice-cold stone while carrying the jug of wine