The strong wind reveals the strength of the grass, the wind flows gently.
After the typhoon, the temperature dropped sharply.
Withered branches and fallen leaves lay in the mud.
Fallen trees met the eye everywhere, a scene of devastation.
It's not autumn, yet it feels like autumn.
.....
Big Camphor Tree Base.
Just entering the Outer City, Qingyang followed He Chao into the residential building.
He Chao addressed everyone in the hall, "This is Qingyang; from now on, he will be living under the same roof as us."
Luo nodded in acknowledgment upon seeing him.
Those who previously fought against the Motorcycle Gang were familiar with Qingyang and generally had a favorable impression, welcoming him warmly.
Jackals stepped forward and said to Qingyang, "Welcome, hahaha, let's interact more in the future."
Qingyang didn't expect to be so well-received; looking up, he saw many people he met on the way back.
