Bai Yuyue didn't care. In the afternoon at Wangjiang Tower, she had already tasted Yinguo's delicacies.
Nothing pleased her more than the taste of her hometown, not to mention good tea.
A wanderer's heart only needs a cup of light tea and a little fragrance to alleviate most of the pain of wandering alone.
However, if this happens every day, even if you turn a blind eye to Mu Yuntian's punishment, the deep-rooted hatred of your family and country, and the pain of wandering in a foreign land, do you mean that it doesn't matter and will be forgotten?
Yes, she no longer says she wants to die easily.
But, can she hold back from going crazy?
Day by day.
And then year after year.
A beauty can grow old in a blink of an eye, and be young in an instant.
Even a wave of blue waves could not calm the turmoil in her heart. Her current state of mind was just like this winding nine-curved corridor.
Going round and round, ups and downs throughout life, what is the purpose of it?
At the end of the nine-curved corridor, the door of the small building was vaguely ajar again.
However, there was no candlelight inside like last time.
Thinking of the woman being commemorated inside, Bai Yuyue's eyes flashed with depth.
The deceased is gone. Although Mei Sishun left early, there is still someone who always remembers her, guarding the position of princess for her, and not marrying for three years.
Compared with her, am I a hundred times more unlucky?
He curled his lips and had a wry smile on his face.
Anyway, no one comes to pay homage tonight, and I happen to be here, so I might as well come and see you.
——What's more, you are also Mei Siyu's sister.
With this thought in mind, she raised her head, pushed open the door of the small building, and walked in.
The breeze and moonlight followed her steps and poured into the dark building.
Mei Sixun's portrait on the wall floated in the wind, and it was cold and lonely inside.
However, a shadow suddenly stood up from under the corner of the table: "Si Shun, is that you?"