When he appeared again, he was already in a quiet and elegant garden in the north of the city. This place is none other than Ge Tianbao's former residence, the back garden of the Imperial Master's Mansion on Beishui Street in the capital. He returned to his old place, feeling both happy and sad in his heart. As he walked forward, he passed a clump of green bamboo and saw an ancient pavilion standing deep among the flowers. There was a woman in black sitting there drinking alone. In the swaying shadow of the lamp, I saw her beautiful appearance, her skin was as radiant as snow, and she looked like a fairy in the sky. Her expression was vague and aloof, with a hint of indifference and aloofness, which made her whole person look like cold snow and ice, making people dare not get too close.
Although he knew that he came here just to see her, Ge Tianbao suddenly buzzed and felt that his mind went blank, and then it seemed as if the tide was surging, and all kinds of past events came one after another.