That year, Nalan was leaning on the railing in the snow and reciting, "The sky is blue, the autumn colors on the yellow leaves are rippled with cold smoke." Before his smile faded, a broken sword came before his eyes. The woman holding the sword was so beautiful, but unfortunately there were terrible scars from her forehead to the corners of her eyes. The woman looked at him steadily and said: If he is so rude next time, he will not have such good luck...
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