C1792 Fructus Crataeniae

An old gardener cut a purple cherry and gave it to Yuwen Qingge.

"These people usually don't say a word. Even they rarely communicate with each other. Who would've thought that …"

Bo Yunfei sighed.

"Sigh …"

Yuwen Qingfeng sighed softly.

"What do you mean?"

Bo Yunfei was confused.

"I'm fine..."

Yuwen Qingfeng bit his lips and did not explain