Qin Feng loved his younger sister dearly. From a young age, Qin Shu had been the apple of the Qin family's eye. He looked down upon Xiao Quan as an incompetent fool and couldn't help but speak with a sharp tone. His eyes, like copper bells, blazed with anger, sending chills down Xiao Quan's spine.,Under the moon, a slender maiden hid behind a nearby tree of longing, hearing Xiao Quan's poem. Her heart stirred, drunk in the quiet beauty of its imagery.,After being blown by the cold wind, Xiao Quan's understanding of the world he was in gradually became clearer.。