C190 Split 1

If there was one word to describe the scene of the Farrell border, it was the fairy tale. It was the flowering of lavender. Yuwen Xin pushed open the window and saw lavender strewn all over the mountains and plains. Yuanbao was sitting on the swing, blending in with the color of the flowers as he carelessly daubed them with a sketchbook. When he looked up and saw Yuwen Xin