Cao MuQing's cave.

Cao MuQing, in loose casual clothes, is lying askew on a soft couch. Her black hair is scattered, covering her wonderful face like snow.

flower after flower came in with a light step, came to the couch, held the wooden box and handed it up carefully, saying, "this is the gift that the plum black boy gave you, my grandfather."

Cao MuQing, who was staring at the top of the room and blinking with big eyes, sat up in a panic. She was playing a note transmission with a long finger. If she didn't come again, she would send out a note transmission and let some black...