Bai Qingmo revealed her shell-like teeth in a faint smile.
The originally bright look in her eyes dimmed.
Her thoughts quickly immersed in this piece of music.
Her slender jade-like fingers glided over the long zither.
The sound of the zither followed the wind, along with the rain soaking into the soil.
As if dreams were buried in a grave.
The song ended.
Bai Qingmo put away the long zither and respectfully bowed to Tingyu.
"Young Master, farewell."
After saying that, she opened the door, carrying a long sword and holding an oiled paper umbrella painted with lotus and fish, stepped into the rain.
Seeing Bai Qingmo leave, he felt a sense of loss rising in his heart.
A woman entered from outside, she was quite voluptuous.
A charming smile hung on her face.
Tingyu led her into a secret chamber.
Titles and riches, to hell with them.
Bai Qingmo walked in the rain, feeling melancholic.
"Good looks lead to quick aging, this saying is indeed true."
