The snow was falling heavily, and the rockery on the top of Wuji Mountain was covered with a thin layer of snow.
A translucent jade slip tied with a red cloth strip was placed on it, swaying in the wind.
A jade-like hand took it off. His face was like a jade, and his temperament was as pure as dust.
There were only two simple words on the jade slip: Turn around.
Xie Wange was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Asher Yan looking at him with a smile.
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