C470 Ouyang Qingcheng

Zhang Yang's gaze slightly became lax as he leaned against the cold window wall. Under the cold moonlight, there seemed to be a chill coming from the window. The singing had already started, sounding like a low hum or a recital, causing Zhang Yang's mood to slightly drop.

The song seemed to be narrating his experience, sighing with hallucination.

"The flowers bloom and the smoke burn