Ye Lingshuang's body fell backwards and landed on the cold snow.
It was as cold as the phoenix pendant in my hand.
She raised her hand, and the sunlight penetrated the gap between the phoenix pendants and shone on her eyeballs, which made her squint uncomfortably.
"Yun Che." She said softly: "Do you think this phoenix pendant is really a treasure?"
"It's not a treasure." Yun Che, wearing a snow-white robe, stood beside Ling Shuang and whispered, "It's destiny."
Intention: Is destiny determined by heaven or man?