The four sounds of bells, the jade casket cracked and shattered into powder all over the sky.
The yearning is too heavy, the jade casket cannot bear it.
Ji Feixue held the bronze bell, her body trembling slightly. This weight of emotion is no less than her seventy-three thousand years of torment.
She was lovesick, severed her emotions, severed her memories, merged into her avatar, and endured bitterly.
The little man didn't have this method, so he turned his longing into tangible objects.
Seeing things reminds her of the person.
What did that guy experience in ancient times? Wasn't there Baiyin and Tan Tai? How could he have gone through such experiences with them present?
Without the hardship of millions of years, how could this be?
Ji Feixue's breathing became rapid, she turned around and saw a guqin lying quietly in the open jade casket of Su Huanian.
The craftsmanship was ordinary, but it was rich in charm.
