C2235 The Grief of Chen Sanqiu

At noon in July, the weather in Fallen Phoenix Village had already become hot. Chen Sanqiu was wearing a pair of underpants with his chest bare, his bronzed skin shining brightly under the sun. His black and soft hair hung down between his brows, his sharp eyebrows, his slightly thin face, and the high bridge of his nose accentuated a somewhat handsome face.

However