Xiao evacuated and avoided the bustling, and the smoke and ink dyed the clouds in his dreams.
Joy and entertainment gradually go with the flowing water, and the sound of Suqin is only for him.
The fragrance of emerald green silk is reduced to nothing, and the clouds are oblique in the dark and frightened.
From now on, I would like to be a cloud crane guest, not to love the world of mortals and go to the end of the world. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com