"Alas..."

it's more serious than wuxingshan. Chu zhaoyue sighs deeply again. The eyes that twinkle with stars are even more demented.

"what is it worth sighing one after another?"

the pleasant voice came from the unlocked door. Although Chu zhaoyue was suffering from dementia, he knew who was coming as soon as the more and more familiar voice entered his ears.

as soon as xia Mo Feng entered Chu zhaoyue's room, he automatically and consciously plugged the door that Chu zhaoyue had not locked.

when she came to the statue that was still incarnating, she looked out of the window at Chu zhaoyue blankly. With her eyes, summer desert wind...