C437 Perfumed Flowers

The dim yellow candle flame danced on Leng Shaoyuan's face, reflecting the cold moonlight and the slight frown on Leng Shaoyuan's face.

The night wind carried a bit of coolness, blowing away a strand of ink hair at Leng Shaoyuan's temples, covering Leng Shaoyuan's eyes. Leng Shaoyuan was lost in thought and did not pay attention to it