ith deep affection. Yun Qianyue looked at the western wall where, under the朦朧 moonlight, a tall figure lay on top of it, his jade-green flute in harmony with the moonlight above. The light from the fl...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！an unwilling I'm worried that the seventy-two springs of youth I gave them will be wasted." Yun Qianmo shot a glance at Rong Jing, thinking about whether Ye Tianqiong had any chance to turn things aro...