Chapter 369 Sticking in the Willow without a Willow

On the old road, the willows are like smoke.

The heavy dark night pressed down the rising dust in the sunset color, the lights were quiet as the old days, in the post station of an old city, Ning long stood on the promenade and looked at the starry sky, on the bucket-like night sky, the moon was as thin as a hook, separated from him with an inaccessible distance, and he couldn't imagine that he had stayed there temporarily a few days ago.

Summer evenings have crept in, and the temperature has turned noticeably cooler, but the air is still darkly tingling with heat, as if it were fine sand rubbing against the skin.

Ning looked at the moon for a long time and turned around to go back inside with a burst of coolness.

The room did not light a candle, only the Division sitting motionless, her sleeves hanging low, jade fingers in which the change, between the eyebrows of the cold fog, floating with fine ice crystals.

Ning long sat down beside her, similarly m