C909 Stubbornness (II)

The autumn wind swept the leaves, and the rustling sound was especially cool in the silent night. The cold wind boldly lifted up Liu Chunxiang's dress, and wanted to pour her in, as though it was a invasion, wanting to attack the ground. She tightened the thin apricot cloak on her body, and then reached out to touch her own little heart.

On a night like this