The night sky of Gray Stone City was always as dark as ink, without the slightest starlight. Under the vast night sky, the back courtyard of the An family's residence was as warm as spring.
Her fair skin was moist and shiny. The slightly undulating pavilion was glowing under the crystal light. Her weak voice was mixed with an indescribable cry. The flower bones had weathered the storm for a long time. It was already familiar with the thickness of the Vajra Body.
Jing Huilan pursed her red lips slightly, and her fair shoulder stretched out like a ripe morning sun.
