C532 Lover Meeting

One hundred and fifty-two scriptures of the Tibetan Scripture

In the quiet courtyard of the manor, there were several parasol trees planted.

In the continuous drizzle, the green leaves of the wutong trees rustled in the slanting wind, making the originally empty courtyard even more tranquil.

Under the wutong tree, Zhuang Qing stood gracefully amidst the rain that covered the ground