"Thank you, Qing Lan ." Yang Yiting closed the box and thanked Ye Qing Lan sincerely. With this fiery lotus, the cold poison in Meng Yuan's body could be completely eliminated, and he would no longer had to endure the pain of the heart-piercing poison every night of the full moon.
"Yiting, why are you being so polite, didn't you say we are friends?" Ye Qing Lan said lightly.
Yang Yiting grabbed her hand, and the two smiled at each other. Yes, since we had already made up our minds, why did we need to say more.
On that day on the Fulong Mountain, she passed through the gate of time and space and learned that her original body in her previous life had been buried.
At this time, when she saw Ye Qing Lan , who had a similar appearance to her previous self in her former life, she felt that her relationship with her was a little closer.
"Have you seen my so when you came in just now?" Yang Yiting asked her with a smile.
