After three years, his legs finally recovered, and his martial arts gradually reached the previous level.
But without Bai Yuyue, everything seems to be insignificant.
Now he is darker, thinner, and looks more aged. He is in his early twenties and actually has a lot of hair on his temples.
Anyone who looks at him now will not think that he is the high-spirited Prince of Lanling, but an ordinary man in his thirties who is suffering from life.
"She's still alive? She's still alive, right?" He didn't bother to say anything to Saihan, he just looked at her with a hopeful look on his face.
Seeing his current appearance, Saihan, who was originally resentful of him, didn't know what to say.
With a long sigh, she handed over the piece of paper in her arms.
On it, there are only a few words: "From now on, there will no longer be the person 'Bai Yuyue'!"
"This, this is..." Cang Xiyuan picked up the letter tremblingly.
He knew that these words were not Bai Yuyue's, but...
Saihan sighed and said: "This is written by Bai Yuzheng, it is his handwriting."
"He means..." Cang Xiyuan was almost suffocated.
"From now on, there will never be a person like 'Bai Yuyue' again!" What does this mean?
"She is real...impossible! Impossible!" Cang Xiyuan shook her head, he didn't believe it.
After finally finding out about Bai Yuyue, how could she...
"I don't know either, so I'm going. Two years ago, the people I sent went to the east of Chuzhou, and they brought back a letter, this is it."
"Then she, she..." Cang Xiyao's heart was so stuck in her throat that she couldn't even breathe smoothly.
Hanshuang sighed: "I didn't see it, not even Bai Yuzheng and Hanshuang."