C287 The Last Day

A moment later, Ao Kuang was leisurely savoring the aged flowers in his cup, looking at the clear orange in his cup, The mellow and mellow fragrance of the flower carvings gradually reminded Ao Kuang of the time when he was in Ice and Fire Island. Xie Xun would always complain when he was eating or when he was free. It would be great if he had a pot of flower carvings