C32 Chapter 32

When a gust of cold wind blew into his face, Qian Ye felt that his breathing had never been smoother before. At half past seven, the morning air was actually not that good, but the smell of grass and dew always made people feel refreshed. Qian Ye felt that if the wind blew like this in the morning, it wouldn't be a problem not to eat breakfast.

Walking on the road