C231 Dream Back to the West Pond

The sun was setting in the west. The moon climbed up the treetops, and the already restless heart was once again in turmoil, like a bunch of budding peach blossoms.

Zhou Xueying drew a world that belonged to him in her heart.

Under the bright moonlight and the fragrance of the flowers in the wind, a person would ride a small boat and row the blue waves into her heart.

Zhou Xueying