C14 The memory of her
Within the Great Wei Sect's Qian Yuan Hall, Zhao Xi was standing tall with his hands behind his back. His handsome face had thick eyebrows, thin lips, and clear phoenix eyes that glittered.
It had rained for a day. The rain had just stopped and the sky was dark. There was not a single person in sight.
Alone, he sighed at the window, and a thousand thoughts raced through his mind.