PS: Xiao Sang wrote a lot of stories about the past in other chapters. It would be meaningless to write more. So, write about the past that was buried in the last century. Does anyone remember which one it is?
Gu Xiao sang stood in front of the window with her hand on the jade flute. Her pink lips moved slightly, and her eyes seemed to be blurred and illusory. Flowers were falling in front of her eyes, and swallows were flying together.
Knock, Knock, Knock. A deep and rhythmic knocking sound was heard. Gu Xiaosang retracted her gaze and turned around, revealing a smile that was difficult to understand.
“Come in,”she said briskly, as if she did not care about the solemn image of the SAINTESS.
Creak. A man dressed as a salesman bowed and entered the room. He carefully closed the door and said respectfully,
“Reporting to the SAINTESS, I have news from you.”
He kept his head down and didn’t dare to look at Gu Xiaosang, as if he was afraid of being intimidated by her beautiful face.
