Mei Xue stepped a few more steps forward and suddenly silently stood on a snow-covered rock, looking far ahead and recited, "Plum blossoms dull the snow, yet the snow lacks its scent. What a great poem! How difficult it must have been for that man to write such a good poem. Perhaps this was written for me?"
From where she was, she could see a branch of plum blossom in bloom within all the snow, exceptionally eye-catching!
The bearded man beside Xiao Weicheng was initially raging with anger but there, his mood fluctuated so much. His veins on his forehead started popping out, his stomach started growling… he almost puked blood. After reviewing his insides, he saw that he had an internal injury! How suffering… how painful…
I beg you, the missing Young Master Jun Moxie, please come quickly!
Looking at the circumstances, if you do not appear, your woman would rather die than come in…
Underground!
