章 965: Youth Chess King

As for Miao Xiaomiao, she'd already become deeply entranced as each line of the poem was unravelled before her… Three hundred days and sixty make a year, and therein lurk; daggers of wind and swords of frost to do their cruel work… How long will the fair fresh flower which bright and brighter glows? One morning its petals float away, but to where no-one knows…