C734 White Hair Overnight!
The wind stirred, and the snow danced gracefully.
Zhao Wuji knelt straight-backed in the snow, his silver hair fluttering in the breeze, standing out starkly against the wintry backdrop.
Feng Tiange walked over slowly, a complex mix of emotions swirling in her chest.
Who could say Zhao Wuji didn't love Rong Lan?
"Eldest Miss Feng
