Your Grace as before

The maple leaf forest in the four seasons of Lengshang, together with Xiao Feng, quietly accompanied the red-clothed snow-eyed and glazed eyes. Time passed season after season, but the afterglow of the scorching sun was not bad for a day. Years of helplessly bearing the hustle and bustle of the mountain, the person who stretched his neck before the first morning light every day to barely block the figure, took the remnant memory with him to his death...