Yan Zhaoge looked at that snow crane carved of ice, elegant and lifelike.
Beneath the ice carving of the snow crane was placed a bracelet. The bracelet also had a snow crane inscribed on it as it appeared to be from the same set of accessories as that snow crane hairpin.
Su Yan said, "This might be unbecoming, but this was left behind by Lady that year, and I have left it here to constantly serve as a memento of her. If Young Master wants to take it away…"
Yan Zhaoge laughed, "How would I think that? This was left behind by mother for you, Aunt Yun. Also, Aunt Yun, just call me Zhaoge."
Su Yun smiled as she raised her hand lightly, that snow crane ice carving releasing bountiful bright light before rising up into the air.
Countless spirit patterns intermingled amidst the light, forming a small scale formation which slowly broke the space apart as a small scale foreign dimension now appeared.