C165 Fficer a First
The walls were mottled, the moss was green, and the doorbell rang above the door frame. Feng Xinzi was placed on the windowsill. There were countless scratches on the glass.
The rocking chair was placed in the middle of the courtyard. There was still some tea on the table that he could finish in time in a white porcelain cup.
His azure long robe was hidden behind layers of banana leaves