C166 Jiang Yi Amp8226 Su Tai's Death

The night was cool, but not cold. At this moment, the garden of Weir's manor was a dreamy starry sky. The beautiful flowers of the day burst into a different kind of beauty, absorbing the energy of the day's rays and finally spilling out into the night. Large chunks of sparkling radiance sprinkled onto the earth. It was either a purple dream, or a warm and charming pink