C111 Love Letters(19)

The tinkling of the bells swayed in his mind, overlapping, as if dozens of connections were joined together.

Chung Jingchen leaned back and rested his knees on the corner of the stool. He shivered and his hands were empty.

Doyle was wearing a long robe that was swaying on the ground. The back of her robe was swaying back and forth.

The hair on her forehead was fluttering in the breeze