Yan Qinghuan stood at the foot of the mountain, watching this beautiful masterpiece from afar. The choking soot drifted down from the top of the mountain with the wind. It was a familiar smell. Back then, in Liang Changqing Palace, she could only watch as the flames devoured her royal brother and buried her love in the ruins.
A drop of tears fell on the back of a person's warm hand.
Yan Qinghuan turned around in surprise, only to see Shen Weihuan appear behind him, along with Yu Xiuyuan, You Ning, Wuhen, and the others.
She quickly wiped away the tears," Which gust of wind blew you all over? "Are you really here to see the beautiful sea of flames?"
Shen Weihuan:" I' m worried about you. I' m afraid you' ll burn the fire into your tent."
Yan Qinghuan didn' t know whether to laugh or cr
