C251 Chapter 251

Dead branches and fallen leaves. The white plum blossoms gave off a cool, clean fragrance.

Wan Ziyan stood beneath the white plum tree in a blue robe.

His refined face was calm, but his eyes were dull and lifeless, as if the scene before him couldn’t stir even a trace of vitality. He stood there without moving, like a statue rooted in place.

Two figures appeared beneath the arched gate