C48 3000 Worry Silk

After lunch, I sat on the edge of the pond on the campus. On my left was Murong Xue, dressed in white, with a flowing belt and a serene expression. On the right, Ouyang Qing was dressed brightly, his hair fluttering in the wind, an enchanting, captivating look on his face. One on the left and the other on the right, it was as if ice and fire were confronting each other