C66 Rose Blooming

The late spring sun lazily shone on Gong Guang's villa. A group of returning sparrows were shuttling through the air, their bodies were light, their wings were narrow and long, when they flew, they were like two sharp scythes, like a Arrows that had just left its bow. With a "sou" sound, they shot out, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace