After reading it, Shen Lian was stunned and reached his hand for the leaf. The tree leaf turned to ash when it came in contact with his fingertip, it flew and disappeared along with the wind, just like Zhao Xiaoyu's sudden disappearance.
It was that he would never be able to forget about this woman. Her cunning, her shrewdness, her decisiveness, and her unconcealed love.
He stayed in this mountain for a day and watched the bamboo leaves sway with the wind, the waterfalls grew smoke, and the gathering and dispersing of the clouds. He tried to calm his heart, but it had no effect.
He had always liked to be alone, but now he actually felt lonely. The taste of loneliness rose in his heart. Just like aged alcohol, he knew that alcohol was bad for body but could not help but drink and continue to drink.
Just like that, three days had passed. Shen Lian finally left and returned to Qing Xuan.