Ouyang Rong squatted on the edge of a lotus stone platform, his dry lips muttering. His eyes were fixed on the golden lotus lantern in his hand, carefully tightening the knot.,The whole person shrank in a large black crane fur cloak, arms crossed and hugging tightly, as if afraid of the cold.,His posture was slightly unseemly. Being in the public eye made him flush, especially in front of that girl in Hanfu.。