C617 Struggling to the End of His Tether Liu Xuande

A gust of night wind blew in from the window, and the oil lamp on the table suddenly dimmed. The flame swayed back and forth, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Liu Bei quickly put down the book in his hand and covered up the light. Then, he used a thin iron rod to pick up the light, and the lights immediately lit up again. He stretched lazily and walked to the window. Looking out