On the streets of Chang'an.
The carriage had already left, and Chu Lian'er had just stepped out from her sedan chair, staring fixedly at the carriage's receding silhouette, gripping her lips tightly, her gaze filled with sorrow.
The maid beside her looked at her worriedly, speaking cautiously.
"Miss, the gap between us and the Demon Lord is simply too vast. You might reconsider, continuing this way will only hurt you."
Chu Lian'er smiled gently, her eyes calm.
"Don't worry, I know my place. Moreover, I've never thought of monopolizing the Demon Lord. As long as he can spare a thought for me in his free time, I am already content."
...
Where the crowds thinned, brisk autumn winds whispered, and the ground was suddenly covered with a layer of white frost.
A woman in a white dress stood atop the frost, her silver hair dancing in the wind; her eyes, like frost and snow, rippled with waves.
She appeared extremely frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.
