The buds on the trees are swelling, and a cool breeze is blowing through the windows. The spring in the Demon Sect's headquarters is no less beautiful than anywhere else.
Sitting by the window with nine lanterns, she is wearing Fengling costume, and her light green hairband moves in the wind.
He picked up his pen and buried his head in it, writing and stopping, as if he was planning to write a long letter.
The clouds outside the window were staggering, and a gust of wind blew by, picking up the letter he had just written and blowing it toward the treetops outside the window.
Jared frowned and was about to get up when he heard a crisp bell sound from outside, followed by a lazy voice: "Greetings to Brother Xingzhi. I miss you very much after not seeing you for a few days. I read your letter day and night. Every word is engraved in my heart, and I still dream about it tonight..."
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