833 Impossible Bet

Murong Mingyue leaned against a withered peach tree and stared at the sky. It had been a very long time.

The winter here always came slightly earlier.

The northern wind was cold and caused Murong Mingyue's face to redden. It also caused her heart to feel cold.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Murong Mingyue's fists punched into the peach tree behind her again and again. Only pain could cause her vexed emotions to temporarily feel better.

"The clear and cloudless azure sky is like your heart now, filled with emptiness."

Sun Mo wanted to display his literal talent, but the words he spoke sounded very dry instead.

When Murong Mingyue heard an unfamiliar voice, she directly wanted to leave. Her deer-skin shoes stepped upon the withered branches on the ground and created cracking sounds.

"Murong, it's rare for us to be able to meet. Since you also like to observe the unpredictable change of the world, why don't we have a good chat?"