C581 Soulforging Grass

Though the small thatched cottage was simple and, to some, even an eyesore, Ho Liao preferred it over the scheming and intrigue at the academy. He took off his light gray shirt and hung it up, then lay quietly on his bed, gazing up at the sky. For the first time, his eyes held a longing that was hard to express. It seemed that only in these moments could he reconnect with his true self