C1647 Xuan Xin

Article 1647. Xuan Xin

In the sky, a few clouds floated by. Xuan Su, who was dressed in white, stood with her hands behind her back. When her wooden light looked at Su Jingrou's pained expression, a helpless expression appeared on her face.

"My good disciple, all kinds of love in this world are just floating clouds. Although you have not seen through it yet, it does not matter