C155 Murong Guoxue

The wind rustled in all directions. It was unknown if it was because of the current atmosphere or if the weather was like this. Just a moment ago, it was clear and cloudy, but now, it suddenly became gloomy.

The needle leaves of the pine tree were slightly swaying in the wind, bringing with it the endless cold of early spring.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and then slowly walked in front of Murong Ning