C982 Fallen Tyrannosaurus Rex

Around four in the afternoon, the door and windows of the studio were wide open. The autumn wind blew, and the six flowers in the pot swayed as the flowers blossomed.

Qin Yun sat on the sofa in the hall, holding a black leather book in her hands as she gazed out the window at the distant scenery. She was somewhat immersed, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised