The flowers have cooled. As soon as I opened the door of Qingchen Palace, a gust of wind and snow rushed in my face, carrying a bit of cold wind.

She returned to the house, picked up a white fur and mink fur cloak and put it on her shoulders. Then she stepped into the wind and snow...

Wind, smoke, clouds and mist arise from all things in Penglai.

Wrapped in silver, misty and ethereal...

Walking around the quietly rippling five-color pool, your body and mind seem to have traveled through thousands of years...

A plum forest in full swing, accompanied by a few snowflakes, red and white interlaced in colorful colors, floating like ocean waves...

Hua Liang stiffened, but she couldn't help but move forward.

Her petite figure was wearing a white embroidered snow lotus undergarment, with a wide mink fur draped over her shoulders. The wind blew slightly, rolling up the windmill-like mink fur on her collar and cuffs...

The long silver hair was combed into a lively snake bun without any embellishment. Her skin was as white and smooth as snow...

Silver eyes are narrow and enchanting...

But he is obviously still a child.

When Hua Jiliang saw the figure in white clothes playing the piano in Fengwei Pavilion, she was shocked. Her obsessed gaze could no longer be taken away...

Jun Luochen's jade-like slender and charming fingertips played the Fuxi Qin, which seemed to have struck the tightest chord in her heart at that first moment...

He is surrounded by a silver halo, and the hem of his plain white robe is embroidered with flowing patterns using the Weaver Girl's sky embroidery. It is ingenious, exquisite, and incomparable...

His hair was lazily and wantonly tied with half of his hair with an ethereal white ribbon, and the other half was spread all over his body in a gorgeous and grand way... knee-length.

The light white clothes set off his snow-colored skin, and two walnut-sized Jin Lings woven from a red thread hung between the slender belt...

Jin Ling was stirred by the fairy wind drifting from the depths of Penglai and made a faint sound. Judging from his expression, he seemed to like this thing very much.

It was completely silent, not even the fragile sound of breathing could be heard, she just looked at him intoxicated...

Silver eyes penetrated the white snow and red plum blossoms floating in the air. I could no longer move away from that white or dusty figure...

Crazy, in a trance, it seems that I have looked at it for thousands of years...

His figure is tall and arrogant, and the look on his brows that amazes heaven and earth is eternal and unchangeable. His thin lips are a little less red than ordinary people, and the plain and elegant eyebrows are printed with a bright red flower that is recognized by heaven and earth.

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The pale rose-colored lips concealed a faint and compassionate smile, and the aloof and aloof eyes were like an ice blade carving into the depths of Hua's broken heart...

His eyes were as cold as cold pool water, and he could see through everything in the world. There was also the coldness seeping from his bones, which isolated him from the world...

It's so holy that people can't help but feel guilty about blasphemy even if they take a peek...

The elegant plum fragrance floated from his side and fell around her.

His beauty cannot be described in any words, and the ideas conveyed by any popular description have been completely changed...

Which one can be immortal?

Is it Nirvana or eternal attachment?

Which life is the end?

Thoroughly realized but couldn't say goodbye...

Is it fate or a nightmare?

Who accepted whose calamity and who became whose obsession?

The fairy music on Fuxi's harp has stopped, the flowers have gone cold but they can't return to their senses.

Jun Luochen stood up from the Fengwei Pavilion and walked towards her direction like a lotus flower...

The wind calmed down for a moment, and the snow was about to fall on the long sleeves of his elegant white clothes. But it penetrated his body and fell from under his arms...

He, he... is someone that even the snow can't keep?

Hua Liang's heartbeat is no longer beating for her heart.

As if her soul had been captured, she moved her lips and murmured the thoughts that she had persisted in from one life to the next.
Chapter completed!