She had seen those Rice Cakes before, golden and fragrant.
There once was a youth, playing with it cheerily, tossing it to a little silver snake. The youth had a pale face, deep and profound black eyes, and often put on a serious expression.
However, she knew he was a good person.
She never met anyone like him since. So gentle yet sensitive, firm yet proud.
Was it him? Could it be him?
"You're daydreaming again... Could you not do it now?" Linglong suddenly flew over with her Sword Control, patting her shoulder, "Watch out or you'll fall down. We are flying in the sky, after all!"
Xuanji suddenly snapped back to reality, gave her a slight smile, and said, "I was thinking..."
"Thinking whether it's Si Feng, right?" Linglong chuckled and interrupted her, while embracing her arms, letting the night wind blow her clothes and long hair into the air.
