C722 Bai Jing

Bai Jing

When we passed by the school's artificial lake, a gust of wind blew over, bringing with it a salty and fishy smell. I subconsciously frowned.

The surface of the lake was very quiet, without a single ripple. Tonight, the moon, or even the full moon, really did seem like a golden cake. The reflection of the moonlight in the water made it seem like a mirror.

I stopped my steps