C63 Lighting the Fire

Qingzhi walked in. The gentle light of dusk shone through the doors and windows of the Yuehua Hall. There was an incense burner placed on the wooden side of the table. Smoke was rising from the incense burner. It was a faint fragrance. Bai Chuwei was whispering to the chirping parrot by the window. She seemed gentle and gentle, and the years were peaceful