As midsummer approached, the weather gradually became hotter. Not long after the morning bell rang, the scorching sun climbed up the window, and the cry of cicadas sounded in the silent courtyard.
Zing-zing…
"Chirp~"
There were two books on the windowsill and a small wooden donkey that had been casually bought as a toy.
The chubby bird held the wooden donkey with its claws in boredom and shook it back and forth, imitating the cry of the summer cicadas.
Ye Jingtang was standing beside the wardrobe. In front of him was the bronze mirror that Luo Ning had used. He was carefully dressing himself in his black aristocratic robe.
