C72 Suspect
"Is that so?" Xi Mengyao raised her eyebrows, and looked at him. "I thought that I had only heard it a little."
"Those who wish to avoid the world actually have such thoughts?"
Song Chongjing's voice was as downcast as the flowing water of a mountain stream. He smiled faintly, as if he was just talking about wind and snow.
Xi Mengyao turned his head to look at him