C115 Return to the Place of Memory

Flower Bird Valley, the sun was slightly cold.

Fifty miles of fragrant snow came alone along the route of memory. The sea of flowers swayed with the wind, making a world of chaos and prosperity. Baili Xiang Xue walked step by step towards the pavilion in the sea of flowers, where her childhood memories were stored.

A black shadow quietly sat in the pavilion, drinking a cup of wine