C1521 Rose Boy Riding the Wind 89
Light music played slowly in the dining room. Shen Yang and Lin Fengxu sat by the window in the corner with a small sound box placed above the window.
The gentle sound of the violin was melodious, everything that Lin Fengxu could feel was prolonged.
Whether it was the pain of Shen Yang's teeth knocking against his lower lip when he pulled his collar
