C62 The Moon and the Night Were as Clear as Water

On the way there, the attic, the alley, running and running away, meeting no one but this red-robed youth, the wind and the fire, The light in his eyes was slightly struggling. It was unknown whether it was because of the wind or because his heart was weak and haggard.

Lu Jiaxiao, the young man who was called a dignified and steady man in the family, no longer had that indifferent expression