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Qin Yu indeed planned to leave, the Ice Palace had already started to ascend, and she was about to return to the Ice Palace, to travel upward, when suddenly, amidst the swirling ice water, some broken ice and haze were pushed aside, revealing the light behind them and a silhouette emerged.
A person.
The black-golden dragon robe, serene and tranquil.
He had lingered here for ten years, his visage unchanged, his corpse undecayed.
Qin Yu wasn't surprised to find him there.
Because she had seen him when she descended.
As she swam upward, when her head was almost level with his face, she extended her left wrist.
A bracelet bell hung on her left wrist.
In the ice water, its ringing could not be heard.
She simply used this hand to gently encircle his neck, hugged him briefly, and in an understated manner, softly whispered.
"Thank you for your gift, and goodbye."
This time she took the initiative.
