At dawn, Yin Meng tied up the man's clothes with his own hands.
She held a red-edged paper umbrella and sent him outside Qianjin Building. The heavy snow that began to fall in the middle of the night had covered the street in front of the door so that no trace could be seen.
"It's snowing, do you still want to go to the appointment?"
Men have always come and gone freely, but this time, Yin Meng hated that she was not the one who could keep him.
He nodded, smiled at Yin Meng, and took the sword she handed over.
The man's light cyan back disappeared into the white sky, and Yin Meng knew that this was probably the last time they would see each other.
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