You can imagine the appearance of the owner of Shuyun Tower, Dan Shaomo.
One person is dressed in black as night.
How did the 64th floor of Shuyun Tower in Southwest China turn into a restaurant?
That is a man in white clothes, as bright as the wind and snow.
"Are you going to find the guy with hair to practice?" This man's temperament was as cold as before.
"He hasn't come down since he went up fifteen years ago?" I raised my eyebrows.
Ye Xueji snorted, "If Hua Lingli comes down, can I let him go up again?"
In fact, their story is both long and short;
It was nothing more than Hua Lingli's eighteen years of hopeless love for Ye Xueji in exchange for the other party waiting for him fifteen years after he became a monk.
This article first appeared on the Cambrian Annals Post Bar
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