C882 Love
In front of him was an ancient, heavy, and tattered door. The door was pinned with wooden planks, and it seemed to have been damaged many times before it was repaired.
Chen Xing stood in front of the door and took a deep breath. He pressed his hands on the door and slowly pushed it open.
"Creak…"
The heavy door creaked as it opened to the sides.
Thousands of candles shone into his eyes
