An apartment lamp lit up at night. When Nie Xun never came back, he always left a lamp, and tonight is no exception. Looking from a distance, the bright light in the apartment warmed the cold night. Take the key to open the door, Nie Xun's movements are very light, this time point, they should have gone to bed.

Suddenly, Nie Xun's pace was fixed at the entrance, because as soon as he stepped into the hall, he saw the figure sitting stiffly in the living room sofa.

It was July of the Song Dynasty, and she was sitting there alone.

Looking at the past from this angle, I don't...