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Beneath the rugged and powerful plaque of Taihua Mountain stood a female crown dressed in snow-white robes, watching the two figures leave.
The distant silhouettes grew smaller and smaller, turning from two beams into two specks.
The long staircase of the mountain gate extended outward into the vast expanse, as the two figures descended step by step. Amid the swaying shadows of the trees, the female crown gazed from afar. Standing alone, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of solitude, yet she thought that the one truly lonely was not herself, but Chen Yi.
The autumn wind swept against her robes, blowing eastward as if to carry Yin Weiyin toward his chosen path.
Yin Weiyin's face bore melancholy. With no one nearby, even the lighthearted breeze seemed to have been forgotten.
Ultimately, he remained too dull, failing to notice that his own heart had grown cold…
The female crown pondered, exhaling softly, her mood heavy.
