On the day Li Hanyue left seclusion, Xueyue City had a rare peach blossom snowfall in a century.
Sikong Changfeng, the Third City Lord, counted with his fingers: "What's bad, all the enemies she beat up back then happened to be lining up at Dengtian Pavilion."
Lei Wujie squatted in the corner with his sword in his arms: "Sister, when you fight Xiao Se... Can you not use the new scabbard I bought?"
Li Hanyi's sword was pressed against Baili Dongjun's throat: "If my sister loses a hair, not even a drop of the peach blossom drunk you brewed will be left."
And Xiao Chuhe, the legendary dead King of Yong'an, was sitting on the top of the Dengtian Pavilion, gently pushing the hosta she had dropped fifteen years ago into her hair: "It's time to pay back the spring breeze you owe me."
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