In the dream, the scene kept changing. Finally, Xiangrong returned to the big locust tree. There were no flowers on the tree, and everything he saw was lush green. Under the tree, Pei Yufeng stood tall with a long sword in his hand, as if waiting for her. Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the leaves, and spots fell on his clothes. His eyebrows were obscured by the shadow of the trees, but the sword was extremely bright, which dazzled her eyes.
"Rong'er, come here quickly." Pei Yulin's voice came from behind her. She suddenly turned around and met his eyes in the distance. His eyes were clear and bright, like the sun just a few feet away, full of warmth.
The wind blew the trees, and Pei Yufeng's eyes flashed under the halo. In vain, she saw the coldness hidden in his eyes. In an instant, the sword was unsheathed. This time, she left the string like an arrow and never looked back.
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