C35 Repressed Mood

The late autumn morning was no longer cool, but rather somewhat chilly. Mo Yunfei stood in front of the open window with only his undergarments on, allowing the slightly cold Qiu Wind to blow in, brushing away the strands of hair beside his ear. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the somewhat desolate scene in the garden. He could not help but sigh in his heart.

As expected