The night was as heavy as water, Fang Yuan hadn't seen such a night for a long time, and the sky was no longer dark. There is the sun during the day, the moon at night, and the stars.

Even in modern society, Fang Yuan rarely saw such a beautiful night sky. The backyard of the inn is planted with a lot of flowers and trees, and the season at this time is about spring and summer, and the air here is fresher than outside.

There is the sound of the wind, the song of insects, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Fang Yuan took a breath of fresh air, he hadn't enjoyed it for a long time, he closed his eyes, the wind whispered in his ears.

Now with his eyes closed, he can see everything around him, insects crawling up the treetops, leaves with the wind, pollen drifting in the air, everything can be felt with his eyes closed.

When you open your eyes, wisps of air swim around, and this is the subtlety and beauty of the wind. I didn't expect the pupil of the wind to see such a beautiful scenery, but in Zhou Zhou's eyes, it was not so beautiful, he couldn't see the colors, he could only see the air currents.

Maybe it was beautiful, but Fang Yuan believed it wasn't what he wanted.

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