She stopped talking, put away her sword, and stared at the willow tree with green leaves.
"Xiyao, it's been a year. How are you doing in heaven?"
Time flies so fast. Spring goes and autumn comes, and in the blink of an eye, one year has passed.
At the beginning, she couldn't even believe that such a playboy who stood crookedly and smiled evilly could die like this.
A dream repeated every day, she was on the edge of the cliff, reaching out to Cang Xiyuan, she wanted to pull him up, but failed.
He just smiled and fell into the valley, leaving no trace of his body...
I woke up from a nightmare and opened the window. Sure enough, there was no one on the big tree outside.
She was uneasy and hurriedly lit the lamp. It wasn't until she found the bamboo flute that she felt a little more at ease.
But what followed was sadness...
I have never experienced this feeling before, as if a piece of my life was suddenly ripped out of me.
In the first few months, the pain and regret kept her awake at night.
She was still lucky not to see his body.
But subconsciously, she had already thought that even if Cang Xiyuan did not fall to death after falling from the cliff, the poisonous sleeve arrow would definitely kill him.
If not, why hasn't he appeared yet?
After several months, she got back on her feet.
After that, Bai Yuyue seemed to be a completely different person.
Work hard every day to practice various martial arts and keep fit.
Riding horses and archery, running and practicing boxing, among all kinds of weapons, she vowed to learn swordsmanship well.
Not for anything else, because Cang Xiyao was the strongest swordsman in the Sheng Kingdom during his lifetime.
Practicing almost masochistically every day will naturally produce remarkable results.