C255 The Fanatic

The weather was clear. The sunlight shined through the thatched cottage's door, causing the thatch of grass on the roof to sway slightly in the winter breeze.

Yi Xiaoqiao raised her head. In an instant, she seemed to see the spring sun of March. It was beautiful and warm.

She couldn't help but laugh as she stood up. "Young Master Han."

"Madam Qiao