At this moment, Xie Guixue was dressed in a simple-colored robe, its fabric luxurious, with snow-white long hair cascading beside her, like orchids and jade trees, ice souls and snow lotuses, with a divine demeanor, graceful jade shadow, and captivating beauty.
Just a glance could capture her heart.
At that moment, Su Muyao was briefly lost in thought, as if time had rewound, suddenly returning to when they were at the villa.
Back then, they were still lovingly together, strolling through fields of lavender.
But she knew everything was different now; many things separated them, along with a lot of time.
Her heart felt as if something had struck it, a sourness spreading from her heart instantly.
She was drawn by the sound of the zither, unconsciously walking forward.
This was just a dream, she could indulge herself, following the truest desires from deep within her heart to approach him, to walk towards him.
