C1078 Chapter 1078 - guess who the godmother is

The misty fog was rising. The moonlight was like water, yet there was no peace.

The wind blew against the cliff, bringing with it a chilling air that did not belong to the capital. Even though there was a layer of bricks on the wall of the wooden house, one could still hear the sound of the wind hitting the wall.

Little Flower and Little White turned a deaf ear to the wind