Qingyan sat by the pit for a while, then took out her jade flute and played an unknown tune. She accidentally saw that her face reflected in the water had many wrinkles, and her hair was nearly half gray. She couldn't even pull it out, and she couldn't help but frown. He put his face close to the water and smoothed his temples with his hands. "Well, if you don't come back, I will really die of old age. Then I will be reincarnated as a mortal. You are so worried." "Then I will look for you again." A familiar voice with a slight chuckle came from behind. Qingyan's body froze slightly as she looked at the water. She slowly turned her head and saw a handsome man in white, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, standing among the mottled flowers in the cherry forest. In the peach blossom eyes. The flow remains the same.
