Chapter six hundred and forty seventh thoughts from afar
.In early spring, she is like a woman coming out of the palace, full of shyness, strolling slowly.
The remaining snow from winter still dyes Luoxia Peak white, and its sparse snowflakes are still floating.
The bustling streets dissipated the chill, and the sound of the piano floated in the courtyard.
A few meters away from the white figure, there was a tall figure. The figure never tired of drawing out and sheathing the sword, and in front of it stood a cold stone tablet.
The sound of the piano gradually came to an end, and when the last musical note fell, the whole courtyard was quiet except for the roar of the cold wind.
With her beautiful eyes slightly lowered, the girl looked at the book next to Qin and murmured softly: "Teacher, why haven't you come back yet!" ro!.