Tang Wenyao still clutched that book, the folded page likely where he had just stopped reading. He still didn'…
Tang Wenyao still clutched that book, the folded page likely where he had just stopped reading. He still didn't know if the person in the book ever made it to the distant lands they longed for...
He carefully tucked the stick with Fu Xiao's name written on it into his robe, just like the words he never had the chance to say.