Xuanbei Kingdom is even more cold under the shroud of pine and white snow. The sound of the piano is melodious in the Sanyin Pavilion, and the sadness of parting is so obvious.
Xuan Yu turned his back to the person playing the piano and looked out the window.
"King, it's been four years. I will set off tomorrow."
Liuye's hands playing the piano obviously paused when he finished speaking this sentence, and then returned to smoothness. Slowly looking up, the man standing in white clothes looked like that person under the cover of white snow. Perhaps he also realized the absurdity of his own thoughts. A wry smile appeared on Liuye's lips: That person has obviously been gone for a long time.