Guan Qianyan tilted her head to look at the young girl beside her, seeing that same enchanting smile between her eyebrows, softly whispering, "Every time, you give me the strength to see through my heart..."
Then, with a gentle sigh, she lifted her head, raised her sword in a polite bow, and walked onto the stage amidst the cheerful cheers and smiling faces of the audience.
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The carriage had already been traveling for a long time.
It was nearing the borders of Yunlang, under the moonlit plains, a cool and quiet autumn night, with only the soft rustling of paper in the women's compartment.
"Miss Ming,
I intentionally sent this letter to you very late, so by the time you receive it, about seven days will have passed.