C1939 Torrents of Mice
"Are they retreating?"
Qin Yan, clad in a pink dress and wielding a finely-crafted short spear, stood motionless, her expression blank as she watched the horde of mice scatter. The retreat of the rodents, like a receding tide, made them appear to be the vanquished party.
The entire Solar Spirit Body, which seemed to be sculpted from jewels, harbored Qin Yan's resentment towards Yu Yuan
