Has the time for remembrance begun?
Is Jiang Wang truly dead, beyond all hope of salvation?
Will the letters stacked in the storage box truly never increase again?
The Yun He flying discs sent earlier circling outside the gate of all demons... should've already dissipated, right?
An'an's letters and hers, both vanished in the clouds.
Before Jiang Wang chased Zhang Linchuan thousands of miles, he secretly sent some gifts to the Lingxiao Pavilion through a merchant house, including An'an's and hers.
Among the gifts sent to her was a burnt-tail guqin—she couldn't actually play it before, among music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, only calligraphy piqued her interest slightly. But practicing calligraphy is such dull work, thus she wasn't diligent with it. It wasn't until she urged Jiang An'an recently that she practiced more.
The worldly image of a gentlewoman naturally could not affect her, Ye Qingyu.
