C188 Slight Cold

A gust of clear wind blew past, bringing with it a slight chill.

Feng Zi Ruo stood by Xuan Fang's window, her gentle eyes gazing at the petals that had been struck by the rain. The petals were bright and vibrant, but she could not avoid her fate of withering away.

Some things were truly destined.

"Miss Feng," Gong'e's slightly tender voice rang out from behind her