The sky was not yet fully light, and the sun had not yet risen; the eastern sky was just beginning to whiten. The blackness in the sky was gradually fading, and the fragrance of the night still lingered in the air.
On the nearly deserted street, the sound of brisk footsteps echoed.
The mountain mornings were always somewhat damp and chilly, but Gu Yue Fangzheng felt not the slightest cold; his heart was filled with surging passion.
Chapter 21