C111 pyrenoidin
Gu Yicheng let out a light snort, closed his eyes, and remained unmoving.
The chilly wind blew past her, carrying with it the scent of her rouge, concealing the faint fragrance that she normally carried.
Gu Yicheng opened his one eye and saw her standing at the side, staring at the rows of ants on the ground with rapt attention.
Normally, he was dressed in casual clothes