Seven in the morning.
The sun had just risen from the east, and Qin Feng walked out of the peach grove.
Different from previous times, this time Qin Feng came out of the peach forest with a secret, a secret that cannot be said.
Looking at the peach forest behind him, peach blossoms were dancing.
In Qin Feng's eyes, the golden eyes were gone, and this peach forest disappeared in his eyes. Instead, it appeared a waste forest of stones.
In the direction of the previous parking.
Among the peach trees, peach blossoms danced in the outermost forest. Yunling stood under the peach trees and looked at Qin Feng's far-away figure.
There is a trace of sadness in her eyes, a trace of depression, and …. Looking forward to the next coming of Qin Feng.
Ten minutes later, the sound of a Lamborghini was heard on the nearby highway.
Qin Feng held the steering wheel with a newly lit cigarette in his mouth.
