Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside the Su family's residence.,A crisp click of the lock echoed from outside, followed by the slow creak of the door opening. But the person who entered was unexpected to Su Qingyu.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard. Only the depths of his eyes flickered with waves.。