C125 little stir of heart

When Hua Xiangrong woke up, it was already noon two days later.

At that time, the fragrance of peach blossoms wafted through the air. A white-clothed man silently stood in the Peach Blossom Forest outside the room. His back revealed a trace of a divine injury, but there was a faint evil aura that did not belong to him that fluttered in the wind.

Hua Xiangrong frowned