C532 The Aggrieved Han Qing

Light, blazing light.

The steam rising from his hair made him feel a little dizzy. It was not the dizziness that came with pain and moans, but the intoxicating laughter of yellow leaves fluttering and falling as they floated up to the sky.

Go forward, go forward. The sun, the gravel, and the wind that blew in were rough and bold. Walk forward, walk forward, continue walking. With a shallow step