C184 Who hurt him?

It was currently the beginning of winter. With a sweep of the cold air, plum trees were blossomed. The plum fragrance mixed with the winter mist was both delicate and ethereal.

In this jade fog, under the scattered shadows of the cold plum blossoms, there was a moon-white robe. Standing on the plum tree, there was a smile on his face as he looked at Mu Wan.

From afar