C289 Unforgettable lover

Qing Ling had disappeared. He had left without a sound!

A sense of loss overwhelmed me, and once again I was drawn into the music of the tide.

In the small courtyard in the mountains, the man in black was swinging a swing. The wisteria flowers caught my laughter, rippling into a wisp of tenderness at the corner of his mouth;

Under the wutong tree