Ye Chen embraced Murong Qingxue, and the two held each other tightly.
A hundred years had passed; they had not seen each other in over a century. In this moment, they poured all their longing and loneliness accumulated over the past hundred years into their embrace.
Murong Qingxue's voice was soft and gentle, yet her tone seemed entirely devoid of warmth. Her refined words carried an inherent majesty that made it difficult for anyone to disobey. Second Senior Sister's appearance was pure and beautiful, pale and delicate, crystal-clear and ethereal, transcending the mortal world. Draped in light gauze-like white robes, she seemed to be caught in a wisp of smoke and mist. Enveloped in a thin haze of smoke and mist, she looked both real and illusory, truly not a person of this earthly realm.
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