C27 The Light Funnel

In the ancestral house, Su Chen and Yu Qingying sat side by side on the roof, enjoying the night breeze and enjoying the starlight that filled the sky. However, the two of them did not speak, and the atmosphere seemed a little strange.

In the wind, Yu Qingying's black hair fluttered and caressed Su Chen's face. It brought with it waves of warmth and fragrance