As Rong Heng asked, the desolate and scorching Xiaoxiang Palace in the afternoon suddenly caught a breeze, lifting the years-old leaves from the ground.
No response.
Rong Heng furrowed his brows, his deep black eyes scanned every inch along the palace wall within his sight.
Jiu still carried a faint smile, his narrow eyes squinting.
Until another drop of water fell down.
Rong Heng immediately reached out, catching the drop in his palm.
Cold.
He lowered his head and sniffed gently, his eyes tightened, a cold hue over his slightly pale face: "The palace's Jade Cold Toss."
Is Rong Heng like a dog with an exceptional nose, even better than mine.
At this point, Gu Lan couldn't hide anymore.
"...Big brother, we meet again. Didn't expect the cold noodles to melt, smells pretty good."
Gu Lan jumped down from a branch of an old tree, holding a white jade small cup in her hands, from which water was slowly, slowly dripping.
She awkwardly scratched her head, her smile bright.
