C147 Don't be sentimental and be idealistic
The night wind blew gently, and with a slight breeze, the jade-green leaves that fluttered in the air seemed like dancers swaying about in the air. Tonight, in Yin Yuerong's eyes, everything seemed to have become beautiful.
Outside the Full Moon Pavilion, Yin Yuerong once again saw his own daughter. In Duan Haoyu's arms