C122 He Felt Jealous Again

The moon was dark and the winds were strong. A faint fragrance wafted in the air.

Mo Ya looked at the flower bud dancing in the sea of flowers, the light dance, the graceful body, along with the flower bud movement faintly floating.

Mo Ya stayed on the tree for a long time. Finally, he left without any change in his expression. A gust of wind passed by, and a leaf slowly fell onto the ground