C867

It had been July, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter. The cicadas were chirping everywhere on the trees.

Fu Shuwan was wearing a thin pink robe as she sat under a giant locust tree. The shade of the tree blocked most of the sunlight, and the sunlight that seeped in also became much gentler.

"Shuwan, does this look good?"

Mu Yan, who was standing at the side