C416 None of Them Are Free

In the halo, the mottled shadows of the trees shone on his cheeks, and with the wind blowing, the flickering light stirred the hearts of people.

Dense eyelashes drooped down, reflecting a shallow shadow. The high nose bridge was like a man-made sculpture, with a thin lips shape. It was still as sexy as before, and the sharp contours seemed to be much gentler under the halo at this moment