C85 Zhen rong'er

Late at night, the wind was biting cold.

In the night sky, an inky black figure could be seen shuttling across the walls and tiles of the palace.

A moment later.

Within the palace.

In the pavilion in the garden.

Bai Xiaowu held a white piece in her hand and calmly placed it down.

"Little Cold …"

He lifted his eyes to the sky that was as thick as ink and softly parted his lips.

Suddenly