This mark comes from the hands of the woodcarving genius, Wind Liyang; each mark was personally carved by him, impossible to replicate by others.
"How did you find it?" Yin Yinyue finally revealed a genuine smile.
Xuan Qing said proudly, "As long as I want to find something, there's nothing in this world that I can't find. The day after tomorrow afternoon at Ruyi Tea House, I've already arranged the meeting for you."
The rest was up to Yin Yinyue; with her abilities, she was definitely capable of getting the job done.
Yin Yinyue furrowed her brows, "Why not tomorrow?"
"Yue'er, don't forget that I'm a bandit. You'd do best to speak politely to me."
Xuan Qing gently caressed Yin Yinyue's cheek.
She had grown haggard over this time; more than a decade had passed, and the years had left many traces on her face, but in his heart, she remained as the first time he saw her.
