C975 A Storm Breezes for Seven Hundred and Seventeen Years

Xin Yi looked at the resolute look in Red Vine's eyes and nodded seriously. Xin Yi had never answered any of Red Vine's questions so seriously before, and Xin Yi said word by word, "Red Vine, I really love Chu Yunxuan, and now I know that he also loves me, he's right inside the Northern Yan Imperial City, facing thousands of soldiers and horses outside. I must go back, I must stay by his side