Pei Yuhang leaned down and gently kissed Lin Qianyan on the forehead.
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...
「Night.」
The white snow of the Cold Palace Sword Mansion gleamed silver under the moonlight, like a layer of fine, crystalline sand.
Pei Yuhang stood alone on a balcony, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed up at the starry sky.
After a long while, he suddenly spoke, his voice low and gentle, as if he were afraid of disturbing the silence.
"Liyuan, you've gotten thinner. You must have suffered a great deal over the years. I'm sorry..."
After Pei Yuhang spoke, a moment of silence hung on the balcony before the sound of extremely light footsteps came from behind him, like snowflakes landing on ice.
A figure in white slowly emerged from the shadows behind a pillar. Her bare, jade-white feet padded across the cold ground, yet remained unstained by even a speck of dust.
