Far away. Liu Ding saw the back of the two women, who were standing on the pavilion by the lake, silently looking at the remnant lotus in the lake. Their figures are quite tall, slender waist, Yingying a grip, dark hair freely sprinkled on the back, with the gentle ripples of the lake breeze, giving a very implicit beauty. Looking from their side, it was the rippling golden halo in the...