Yutai Chunman

Princess of the Cold Palace vs. Shadow Guard, the Loyal Dog The spring day is sultry and drizzles, and the ocher-colored lattice windows are pushed open with white hands. Zhao Ning leaned against the window with her head tilted, her black hair disheveled and hanging down, she was groggy from a hangover, and her eyes were filled with moisture. The figure of the young man under the verandah gradually became clearer, and Zhao Ning saw the embroidery needle in his hand - the murderous shadow guard was mending her dress. The long sword was thrown casually by his feet, and the blood was washed away little by little like a drizzle, revealing the cold white light of the blade. ——Be your shadow and your knife. Intention: Forge ahead