C273 The Theory of Qin's Death

The night was as cool as water. A bright moon hung high up in the sky, emitting a gentle blue light.

It was already midnight. Wang Ling walked in front and led Long Tianyu through the winding paths to an elegant and unique garden. Compared to the wide school grounds, this garden seemed especially beautiful, as gentle as a woman's.

The garden was filled with flowers of all kinds. At night