The live broadcast room was silent.
Everyone's praises for Ling Yun were beyond high. Some people were searching for this poem's origin on the internet.
But they didn't find anything. Everyone was very surprised.
In other words, this poem was written by Ling Yun himself, and it could be considered an original.
Everyone was surprised, envious, and amazed.
Not only did he have such high talent. Furthermore, he could even compose poems. Such a person was simply a genius.
In the live broadcast room.
Ling Yun looked at the sunset with a face full of sorrow and only let out a sigh.
"The sunset was beautiful, but unfortunately, it fell with the dusk."
"It's getting late. Our live broadcast for today is about to end. If anyone still wants to buy pills, you're welcome to come back tomorrow."
With that, he turned off the live stream and sighed.
The last sentence also shocked everyone.