Seventeen years ago, when pear blossoms were flying, the young man in black clothes had a smile on his face, and his jade-like right hand held the dirty left hand of a black-haired child.
Seventeen years later, the young man's white hair is as white as snow, covering the pear blossoms. His mysterious clothes and robes have not lost his youthfulness, and his eyes are still bright but always trapped in darkness. The young man with black hair and blue eyes lowered his head and looked at the thick snow under his feet, his voice soft and gentle.
"Master, my disciple will carry you."
Xuan Yi's thin figure was slightly startled, and the young man's light-colored thin lips slowly raised. "Okay, let's go home."
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