"Better to return~ better to return~ better to return~"
A pair of cuckoos, clutching crimson berries, skimmed the lush meadow with slanted wings.
Large and small stone statues stood lonely on the Primitive Ancient Origin, their calm and ancient eyes watching two tall figures walking alone.
"This bird is a cuckoo, right? Its call is so melodic, it stirs the imagination." The Witch King Jia Bao was still so exquisite, her radiant beauty captivating.
When the lady is graceful, she dresses in mourning.
The pale white gown, transparent crystal high-heeled sandals, and slightly delicate face made Jia Bao today lack her usual regal splendor, yet added a fragile beauty that stirred compassion.
