C92 Ailing
The moonlight fell on the crooked mountain road.
Feng Ling Jue and Shen Qingchen walked home wet, the corners of their clothes constantly dripping with water.
Feng Ling Jue twisted the corner of his clothes, and wiped the water off before he said: "Hey, Shen Qingchen."
Shen Qingchen slightly raised his gaze, and his eyes seemed to flash with starlight