The fifth day of July, Hancheng.
At the time of the fire, the howling wind was so hot that it was about to burn. From the half-weathered city wall to the sun-scorched road, the annoying smell invaded every inch of the land. There were only a few people walking on the street, all with black veils covering their faces and walking in a hurry.
There is one exception.
The woman in green clothes was riding a tall horse that was contrary to the customs of the frontier wilderness. Her cold face was stained with sweat, and almost half of her clothes were soaked. However, she seemed unaware, as if she was walking by the willow lake in bloom in spring. Her slanted phoenix eyes were calm and calm.
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