C73 Yin-yin Pain Thinking

The sunlight scattered on the wooden floor, making it seem like a motley scene. The house was very quiet. He could hear the sound of water flowing outside, and occasionally, he would hear the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through the trees and the roof. He would be able to hear the clinking of an earthenware jar. She walked to the door and opened it. Infinite light flooded in