C23 Demonic Nature

In the early morning of April, the birdsong was the sweetest. The wind blew gently, and a faint fragrance of flowers wafted into the air, depicting the heart rate of spring. The prosperity was blooming, and no matter how depressed the heart was, it could not bear to shrink and hide at this moment. Even a few drops of rain would be able to permeate some of the aura of life