C3863 Collective Breakdown

The window was lowered, and Luo Qisandan's little arm was placed on the window frame. Her chin was resting on her arm, and her beautiful little face faced the wind. The splendid sunset glow was imprinted in her eyes.

The world was gorgeous and vast. She watched the motorcade slowly enter the palace gates.

Compared to the vast majority of people, she was still familiar with this imperial city