at the same time, the second young master's yard.

the warm wind is familiar, but the weather is still sultry in September. Xue Zhen finds Shen Muyang in his study. His face is calm and cold, his face is focused on his paper roll, his long arm is waving, his pen is smart, and a pair of Aomei in the snow suddenly falls on the paper.

"Muyang, so kind, what are you drawing?" Liangchen said that Shen Muyang went back to his room to clean up, so he kept himself in his study. Xue Zhen stood out of the window. He had been watching him for a long time. He...