Tears exhausted, the silk kerchief fails to hold a dream; deep in the night, songs are rehearsed in the front hall.
The night was as thick as a pool of dark ink, and the woman in white was trapped deep within the abyss of a dream...
"Jiang Qianyue, I'm going to kill you!" Even in her dream, Muyin's gaze was as cold as congealed blood. With a wave of the long blade in her hand, she placed it ruthlessly across the man's slender neck. If he dared to move even slightly, the Phoenix Feather Blade would cause his blood to spatter on the spot.
Chapter 27