C379 Cute Bastard

July. September.

The metal wind was sent to the small courtyard. The small courtyard, under the ringing of the whip in front of the Supreme Harmony Temple, began to grow old. It withered the summer grass on the green tiles at the top of the wall, blew away the green shade under the old scrawny vines, brought the dew and sent the hot air away.

In the cool breeze in the courtyard