C778 It Was Not Scary

This season is truly delightful. When you open the window, a gentle breeze brushes your face—neither too hot nor too cold—and the faint scent of flowers drifts in, refreshing your spirit.

Early in the morning, Jiuer sat by the window, gazing into the distance, lost in thought. Lately, too many unpleasant things had happened. Fann Zhiqi seemed to oppose her at every turn