She suddenly hated Song Yun, hated him deeply, hated his farewell without a word years ago, hated his silence, hated that he came and went.
Her heart was aching so much, so many years of emotions surged out, and no matter how high she held her head, tears still streamed from her eyes. Lin Qianxue decided to let herself go just this once, maintaining strength for so many years had worn her out.
Hugging her arms, she squatted down and cried aloud.
For a long time, Lin Qianxue finally stopped. All the grievances of so many years poured out, and her body and mind relaxed considerably. The water in the bucket had already cooled, which was not a difficult matter for the disciples of the Green Dragon Sect.
They were in the habit of taking cold baths, so after cleaning herself, Lin Qianxue donned a set of white robe pajamas, wrapped her hair with a dry towel, and walked out.
