"I know."
Before Sesshomaru could finish his words, Fairy Ling Yue, who was sipping tea, had already indifferently intercepted his words.
She said calmly, as if she couldn't hear the anger and indifference in Sesshomaru's voice.
At that time, a cloud-like pink cherry blossom tree outside the window was blown by a gust of cool wind. The light pink color was like a layer of clouds, or like a burst of rain, falling from the sky. Blue sky, white clouds, and clear water, this scene is almost breathtakingly beautiful.
But in front of this beauty in the house who seemed to be made of pure jade, everything could only become a background.
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