C58 The mystery of identity

The night was hazy and the starlight was dim. As the cold wind blew, the friction between the branches made a rustling sound. In such a dense night, it made one's heart palpitate ?

Inside Zilai Pavilion, the censer was spiralling and the smoke was rising. Su Manhe was quietly sitting on a chair painted with red paint, his calm and indifferent eyes were slowly condensing into a cold light