C487 Rebuilding the Territory
It was 5: 20 a.m. and the sky was still bright. The sun had yet to rise from the east.
A year is in the spring, the day's plan is in the morning, under the New Moon Mountain, the air is fresh, with a tinge of coolness, Zi Yan who is wearing a thin jacket subconsciously hugged onto his arms. Seeing that, Zhang Han laughed lightly, took off his jacket and draped it over Zi Yan's body
