He was tightening a rope to a golden lotus lantern, swinging it overhead and aiming carefully before throwing it forcefully toward the hole above…,Right after she woke up, Ou Yang Rong tried to strike up a conversation with her. The girl didn't say a word, only flashing a pair of eyes like autumn water flowing through streams between the space between her knees and slender arms.,This is not the clothes he was wearing before he fell.。