C630 I Was Waiting for You

The moon was high, and the plains seemed to be covered with a thin veil of silver.

The dense weeds swayed left and right under the gentle breeze, as if there were stacks of wheat waves.

In the peaceful night, a figure flew out from the camp of the front line.

The figure was covered by the moonlight, looking cold and thin.

After flying over the hundred-meter high city wall