C1347 Pitiful Moon and Lianxin
The cool wind blew in along the hall.
Zhao Lianxing crossed her arms.
However, she quickly realized that her actions appeared to be unnecessary.
He was a cultivator, and was immune to cold and heat.
"But why are you feeling cold at this time?" Zhao Lianxing was confused.
She strode to the door of the hall.
Outside the gate was a spacious courtyard.
The clear rain continued to fall
