It is unclear how much time had passed.
When Qingyu opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting at a tea table in the main hall of the ground floor. Freshly brewed Jingxin Tea sat on the table. Across from him sat a little girl with silver hair, wearing a white gossamer dress and white tights, her small, bare feet dangling in the air, unable to reach the floor.
Seeing the silver-haired girl, Qingyu sighed in resignation and spoke.
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