C198 Father When Can You Really Come Out?

You're a breeze from the mountains, melting the winter...

You are the rain falling from the sky, waking up the earth...

Xiang Ye laid in the cradle made of willow branches, not caring about the waves of thunder, not caring about the rain.

He quietly laid there, listening to the consciousness that could melt the soul.

It was a story, and it was also a happy thought that had just woken up