Chapter 369 Sticking in the Willow without a Willow

On the old road, the willows are like smoke. The heavy dark night pressed down the rising dust in the sunset color, the lights were quiet as the old days, in the post station of an old city, Ning long stood on the promenade and looked at the starry sky, on the bucket-like night sky, the moon was as thin as a hook, separated from him with an inaccessible distance, and he couldn't imagine that he had stayed there temporarily a few days ago.