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After sending Chen Tiannan off, Ye Xuan moved into the villa. The empty villa was his only home. He poured a glass of red wine, his mind in a whirl.
It's been almost two years since he came down from the mountain.
How is Master doing?
What kind of trap did the cultivators from the earlier Q period set?
His thoughts were as chaotic as drifting catkins.
"I wonder how Xiaorou is doing?"
Ye Xuan took a sip of red wine, sitting on the huanghuali wooden leather sofa, looking at the setting sun not far away. His gaze was very dim, and the loneliness and desolation in his heart surged up.
Wanting to express his feelings through the qin, but who to talk to...
Then, Ye Xuan took out his phone, pressed a number, planning to call Xiaorou.
The phone connected after a few beeps.
Tang Xiaorou, with her long legs stretched out, was lying on the soft Simmons bed, sharing a room with Huo Jin, Yin Hua, and Zhai Xiaoxiao.
The phone rang suddenly, and Tang Xiaorou was startled.
