C47 The Boy Is from Penglai

Shuangyue leaned back in her wheelchair, looking at the candle flame in front of her in silence.

Things were not as she imagined, and since Tang Weiji had already heard it, it was naturally impossible for her to continue luring the crows into the darkness.

She stroked her legs, thinking that there should have been a pair of long legs there to support her.

Tang Weiji sat opposite her