C216 Old Man Zhan Ming Snake

As night fell, a hazy crescent moon hung obliquely in the pitch-black night sky. Without any stars, she was like a lonely woman, carrying a trace of loneliness and hidden bitterness.

Meiying stared closely at Ye Qian's room in the darkness. Her eyes were like the crescent moon, hazy, lonely and sad.

A cold wind blew past, bringing with it a chilly whistling sound