C141 Empty Fist Knife

By the side of the white cloud lake, the two of them were walking quietly. The surface of the lake was sparkling, reflecting the rising moon. The gentle breeze caressed their faces, giving them a cozy and warm feeling. Chen Lang wore the same white V-neck skin-tight sweater as Qiqi, black jeans, and slightly disheveled hair. His indifferent yet determined face made him look natural and at ease