The moon was bright and the stars were sparkling.
The autumn wind accompanied Wang Lin's voice and seemed like it was unwilling to leave the courtyard. The story of the youth on planet Suzaku contained a hint of sadness among the twists and turns. This feeling became even stronger with the autumn wind.
Qing Yi's eyes had already shed countless tears as she silently listened. Half way through the story, Wang Ping lowered his head, so his face was hidden.
"After that, he brought the child over and settled down on planet Ran Yun…" When Wang Lin finished his story, he picked up the jag and drank a mouthful before silently staring at the sky.
Qing Yi stared at the father and son before her with an unknown emotion in her heart. She subconsciously grabbed Wang Ping's hand and immediately found that his hands were completely cold.