C392 Roll

Wen Yu Chen sucked in a breath of cold air and leaned against the soft cushion. The cold moonlight shone through the cracks on his face, and even a trace of crystal clear water light flashed across his face, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Only to hear a burst of exclamations from outside, followed by the sound of broken flower pots, the cry of birds, and the sobbing of Dong Qing