C3320 Overestimation

The sun rose from the east.

Yang Ping hugged his Ming Zhu and stared at the rising sun. His gaze was clear and gentle, no longer sharp and sharp like when facing an enemy. He was like a sheathed peerless treasured sword, letting out a sigh of relief. Ming Zhu snuggled up to his chest and changed into a comfortable position with a satisfied smile on her face