C807 Faint Smell of Gunpowder

Yongxi said goodbye to Yang Huang and stood at the intersection looking at the dark sky.

The winter night came particularly early. The ink-plate night sky was silent and unpredictable. Compared to the brightness when it was bright, it was calm and reassuring.

"Yongxi!" Someone called out to her, and the deep voice of the middle-aged man revealed the care and concern of a senior