C646 He Was like a Hot Knife Cutting Through Butter

In the forest, the trees are green, the trees are lush, the air is good to the extreme. If there was a book, a rocking chair, and a book that was reading under the sunlight that fell from the gaps between the leaves... That would be such a beautiful and satisfying thing. But now it was PK, so all the beautiful things could only remain in one's mind