The man’s eyesight is also good, and he has already seen the dark clouds behind the golden awn. His fingers missed the golden awn, so he pinched the dark clouds directly, and he managed to hold them!
The man couldn’t help smiling, and didn’t put on airs, so he let the body surface return to normal again. His fingers brushed up along the dark clouds and pinched the little golden awn in his hand. Naturally, there was no lily. "As I said, I don’t have the habit…