Xia Ruxue, with white hair and a young face, now has cool short hair. She smiled with tears in her eyes, opened her arms in the air, and fell freely as if "I want to hug".

"Senior brother..."

Reunion in this life.

It was seven hundred and twenty-three years later.

No colorful auspicious clouds,

No attention,

Nothing vigorous,

No life and death,

No bloody passion.

Plain, ordinary.

A woman whose youth has passed away plunged into the arms of a man who had just been "born" less than half a day.

Everything was so taken for granted, and that happened.

While taking a shower, Yi Lin brewed for twenty minutes, thinking about using an opening remark to start the story of this life.

After thinking about it, Yi Lin did not come up with the perfect answer.

But when Xia Ruxue was nestled in his arms and Yi Lin lowered her head and looked at the trembling shoulders, he felt inexplicably painful and subconsciously hugged the weak body tightly.
Chapter completed!