C415 Qingyi

Time slowly passed. Unknowingly, the sun had already set in the west, scattering down its afterglow.

On top of the Flying Tiger Ridge, Ling Yun slowly opened his eyes as a ray of purple light flashed across his pupils.

"This girl!" He could feel the warmth on his shoulders and the familiar fragrance wafting into his nostrils.

Her black hair that was blown onto his face by the gentle breeze