At night, he closed the door, turned on the light, and opened the window. The crescent moon came out of the water.
On the river surface, the lights of fishing boats were sparkling, the evening breeze was singing the song of the waves again and again. Across from them was Guangzhou, so Jiang Fengyu Huo's thoughts about the sleepiness suddenly came to mind.
When night fell, the kind of loneliness that had no leaves to rest was like a bird with a thousand-mile vision. It would come to her on time. Now Situ Hanyu was really lonely and helpless.
She closed the window, poured the wine into the bowl, took a sip, and fed it to the machete man. It felt different to help the machete man to meet the king, especially the moment when the wine was sent to his mouth.
Situ Hanyu was not thinking about
