Extending a hand of friendship to Wanyan Mingyue's daughter, wasn't that betraying her own mother? Bai Yiyue's mother had been depressed for many years and eventually died in sorrow. The image of her teary-eyed mother before her death always haunted Bai Yiyue.
On one hand was the precious friendship, and on the other was her mother's tears. It was really hard for Bai Yiyue, who was struggling, to choose.
"Yiyue, long time no see. I heard that the peach blossoms on Jing Ting Mountain have already bloomed. I will be waiting for you to enjoy the flowers at the southern side of the city on Jing Ting Mountain! Don't miss it! Feng Qiqi."
Looking at the words on the invitation, Bai Yiyue hesitated for a long time.
