A few days ago, Xiao Yihe received a letter from his junior fellow apprentice Zhong Shuqian via carrier pigeon: Zhong Shuqian said that he had been injured and was recuperating in a clinic in Hangzhou, and asked Xiao Yihe to come to him with some medicine for treating internal injuries in the academy.
As soon as he got off the boat and looked at the misty rain in Hangzhou, Xiao Yihe thought of the woman holding an oil-paper umbrella he saw by the West Lake when he first came to Hangzhou two years ago.
She was pure and Grace Shenful, walking out from the mist and rain, like a girl in a painting; soon she disappeared into the haze, and at that time Xiao Yihe thought he had seen a fairy.
The second time he saw this woman was at a flower viewing party not long after. At that time, on the Tingfeng Lake shrouded in mist, she held two swords and danced Grace Shenfully, with a Grace Shenful, agile and mysterious demeanor. He was stunned. There was such a beautiful woman in the world.
Since then, Xiao Yi has been thinking about that woman day and night and has been unable to calm down.
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