C17
On the long street of Yue Yang City, an extremely skinny little donkey was sitting on top of it, and there was a petite and exquisite little girl sitting on it.
A thin and frail youth slowly walked with a little donkey in hand.
These were Wu Hen and Xiao Li.
By now, the night was dark and the long street was quiet.
The little girl's hair was withered yellow
