C2993 Residual Poison

The rain stopped.

Zhu Xi leaned against Yang Ping's chest, not getting up. Smelling his unique scent, she felt tranquil, the winds and rain howled, the sky was about to fall, and sometimes she felt tired. Leaning on this person, however, it was incomparably peaceful.

Perhaps this is belonging, Harbour.

Zhu Xi didn't know how to describe the feeling she was experiencing right now