C183 Pure

A fire really sent a man off, a promise paid off a man.

When the group of people returned the same way they came, the snow had already stopped. The sound of footsteps could be heard in the forest filled with snow. Soong Ningyu's calm expression did not reveal a trace of sadness. The figure of the wind walked on the snow and half-knelt in front of Gong Zilin. The person in front said plainly