C418 Delightful Eyes

He stood by the window. Maple leaves were dancing in the autumn wind, and a cool breeze was blowing against his long hair. His slim figure was flying, exuding a cold and quiet aura.

He lowered his head to look at the letter in his hand and slowly recited in a low voice, "When the spring wind blows, the wine wakes …" The top of the mountain slanted to meet them … "When I look back