C250 Initiator (1)

The day before Mu Wanjun and the others were ambushed.

Mu Yanran sat on the warm brick bed, her gaze sweeping past the warm places on the side. Her delicate, jade-like hands were extended to the top, and almonds were flickering on top, the fine pottery pot was boiled with tea, she poured out a cup, and when she saw the yellowish tea soup, her eyes drooped slightly.

She didn't say anything