Before the Illusion Moon Tower, snow danced in the wind.
Everything was so peaceful, as if time itself had frozen.
Hua Lianyue opened her eyes, her eyelashes quivering slightly.
A pair of peach blossom eyes, soulful, tender, and haggard.
She gazed fixedly ahead, her eyes landing precisely on Fang Yang's cold stern face and his deep pupils.
For a moment, she felt a sense of bewilderment.
Memories of the recent rampage in the cave caused her heart to tremble involuntarily.
She almost revealed the truth.
But in the end, she managed to restrain herself, and a forced smile returned her complexion to normal.
No longer as pale and haggard as before.
She had reclaimed the pride of being the Hall Master of Chunqing Hall.
"Master, what is this about? What happened just now?"
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