A gust of blizzard blew. A young girl appeared on the edge of a cliff. Her red blood-like clothing gently waved in the wind. On her waist was an ordinary black lace that bound her short and slightly loose red skirt that exposed her bare legs. Her legs were smooth with a dazzling sense of temptation. The red boot on her calf was like a tail of a koi carp.
When this young girl watched Tang Xiaotang leave, one could only see a small side of her face, a face as clean as water and as calm as a distant mountain. Judging from her facial expression, it looked like she had gone through a lot. But her slightly tilted lips not only showed her ridicule, melancholy, surprise but also her true age.
Prince Long Qing looked at her and suddenly laughed. He sighed and ignored the loose black hair on his shoulders. He sat next to a deformed winter tree, picked up a piece of woodchip, and gently touched it with his fingers.