Zhao Xiaochun, is the only antidote that can reconcile the cold frost and his loneliness.
No one can take it away, no one can.
Silver fog sword fell, the lamp also went out.
Just now, there was a noisy quarrel in the room, and outside the door gap, a pair of eyes were attentively observing the inner movement, widening in fear.
It is the eyes of Tran Chau.
"Pearl, are you hiding outside and peeking at something?" A young lady who had just seen off guests passed by, seeing Pearl"s appearance, did not dare to move, so she happily joked, "Isn"t that the owner of the house forcing someone to go there? You clearly promised Young Master Xiaochun to not do it again…”
The other lady pushed open the door, intending to tease the owner for a while.
Suddenly…
Sword wind hissed, the sound of dru
