C330 Muse's Weird

Yi Ze Courtyard.

The moonlight was mottled, and the two wutong trees in the courtyard rustled in the wind. Under the tree stood a man, standing with his hands behind his back. His handsome face had a pair of distant mountain brows tightly knitted together. His gaze was fixated at the door, and the two hands placed at his sides involuntarily clenched into fists