Yu Shaoqing heard the commotion on the mountain from afar and was quite worried. He quickened his pace and called out "Ah Shu" as he rushed towards the Chaoyang Hall. When he finally arrived at the chaotic location, he recognized the elegant and charming woman lying on the ground.
His Ah Shu was so beautiful even when she fainted!!!
In the sky, fallen leaves were floating, and on the ground, there was snow that looked like silver frost. The woman's black hair was like ink, and she was as sick as a child. She was beautiful.
Yu Shaoqing suffered a strong visual impact, and his heart clenched into a ball.
"Ah Shu!" Yu Shaoqing strode over, completely unaware of the expressionless disciple of the Chaoyang Hall on the roof who was scattering fallen leaves, as well as the other disciple of the Chaoyang Hall who was slapping catkins with his internal energy.
