The warm sunshine is shining through the clouds, and the two times of wind make the cypress pine swing in the courtyard.

Gao Feng followed Jiang Zhi in the corridor. For some reason, his heart pounded. Thinking of the long hair figure with white clothes and outstanding snow, he was calm for many years, and could not be quiet any more.

in the past few years, he often passed the figure in his mind, the sad face on the windy cliff, the man who would not give up his life to help.

"little martial brother, she's in there. Go in." Jiang Zhi stood in front of a hut and said,...