278 Best Actor

The night sky was dark and deep. The moonlight was cold, and there was a light rain.

The bright moon hung high in the deep night sky like a silver plate. The cold moonlight fused into the drizzle, illuminating the port of the Seven Blood Eyes and flowing on the eaves outside the Knowing Dreams Restaurant.

The raindrops formed a line and the rain lines formed a curtain.

The moonlight couldn't dodge in time, casting a blurry shadow.

It was like a painting of the night with moonlight and light rain.

On the street that was covered in rain, a figure in a gray Daoist robe was walking over step by step while holding a white oil-paper umbrella.

The face of the person under the umbrella couldn't be seen, but his slender body, tall and straight figure, and the aura he emitted when he walked over caused the rain to automatically turn into fog when it got close and brush past him.

It gushed into the ripples formed by the soles of his shoes.