C820 Fang Da(1)

When Feng Changge awoke, it was already noon. Perhaps it was the chaos in her mind from the night before, but she still felt exhausted upon waking.

The autumn air was growing crisp. Though the sun shone brightly, it offered little warmth. Outside the window, the flower branches were sparse, with red petals hanging loosely, giving off a sense of desolation.

Feeling a wave of irritation