"The winds are blocking it, how could it be cold?"
Tang Luo, with his back to the window, said to Yun Xiu with a light laugh, "Moreover, I'm not joking, I just feel that this city is worthy of being called Chaochang only when it's in your hands."
Yun Xiu pursed her lips and remained silent, merely standing up and waving two cloud hands, using one on either side to close the open exterior windows from the inside.
What also closed were the hopes and joys that had just begun to grow in her heart.
She walked forward, threw herself into Tang Luo's arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on the man's left chest, murmuring softly, "Don't take risks, and don't give me hope, what I have now is already enough."
The failure of the Yun Clan not only crushed the pride of the Hawk Faction but also the confidence of the eldest daughter, facing the Xiang Family alliance that was rising like the sun, the once reckless oriole found it hard to muster the courage to sing again.
