The wind was gentle and the sun was warm.
The flowers that bloomed along the vines swung like rainbow ribbons and exuded a refreshing fragrance.
Linglong finally made up her mind.
At the back of the mountain.
Xi Yao landed on her courtyard. She looked toward the manor before her and let out a sigh, 'At the end of the day, I'm still an outsider."
If Linglong heard what she had said, she would scoff loudly and said, "Of course, you're an outsider. After all, you don't know how deep my senior brother could go."
"By the way, what happened to her?" Xi Yao asked.
In her impression, Linglong had always been a confident, powerful, and prideful girl. However, today she seemed rather apprehensive and a little bit scared of her own fate.
