C91 End of end?

On the roof of the wooden house, the tall and elegant figure of the Crown Prince of South Zhao stood tall. His black robe fluttered in the cold wind, and a head of ink-stained hair fluttered behind him, forming an independent scenery.

As long as Bei Yunyi turned around to look, she would discover him standing on the rooftop.

The Crown Prince of the State of South Zhao's elegant