C86 A gust of wind

Outside, a strong wind was blowing, blowing against the treetops.

A few withered yellow maple leaves floated down in desolation.

The moonlight was cold.

Feng Yi stared at the blanket that Hua Xiaobao had covered him in a daze.

He would always remember what had happened when he was seven years old.

The forest in the palace was so silent that not a single person could be seen