only a dim yellow light was left in the room. the warm light shone on the two of them, making them look like an old, yellowed photo, full of warmth!
Liancheng Yazhi's eyes were fixed on the clock on the wall. His excellent hearing allowed him to hear the sound of the second hand moving.
That weak voice was like a small hammer pounding on Liancheng Yazhi's heart.
Today was the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month on the lunar calendar, and there were five more days until New Year's Eve!
He had heard the conversation between Rong Yan and song Rouran very clearly. He also knew that Rong Yan had said those words under song Rouran's deliberate guidance. However, everyone knew that Rong Yan was talking about needles.
it was not the first time liancheng yazhi had heard those words.