Du Yunluo's mind buzzed, stumbling a few steps, she leaned on the bamboo beside her, barely steadying herself.
She widened her eyes, staring unblinkingly at the figure's back.
The physique of a martial artist is always different from ordinary aristocratic children.
Just standing there, just a silhouette, Du Yunluo could recognize that it was her Princely Heir.
A silhouette that had appeared countless times in her dreams.
The dream from not long ago surged back, dragging her into an icy abyss.
Du Yunluo choked with sobs.
Sparse bamboo leaves fell, sunlight spilled, dappling the ground.
Mu Lianxiao heard the sound, turned around, their eyes met, and upon seeing her tear-filled eyes, he staggered for a moment.
This girl, crying again.
