Chapter 388 Innate Spirit

The summer breeze rattles the bells and the sound leaks into the house, the wind separating them from the windows. Ning long sat against the chair, the simple hall was washed by rain and exposed to the hot sun, emitting the fragrance of grass and wood. Shao Xiaoli sat motionless beside him, and when the light was perpendicular to the wall, Ning Changcheng finally opened his eyes.