C811 A Person's Story

This was not the New Year, nor was it the time to sweep the tomb of Qingming. Thus, the environment here was still very gloomy.

Spring was approaching, and from time to time, a breeze would blow. It was very chilly. Coupled with the geography of the hillside, a cool breeze blew through the woods, making a rustling sound.

As Wang Leelee walked along the small road alone