"Wow..."

The cabin door suddenly opened, and a figure jumped out of a helicopter hundreds of meters high without stopping.

The white-haired and childlike Xia Ruxue now has sassy short hair. She smiled with tears in her eyes, opened her arms in mid-air, and fell freely with a gesture of "I want to hug you."

"Senior brother..."

Reunion in this life.

Seven hundred and twenty-three years have passed.

There are no colorful auspicious clouds,

Without all the attention,

Not vigorous,

There is no broad agreement between life and death,

There is no bloody passion.

Bland, ordinary.

A woman whose youth had passed away threw herself into the arms of a man who had just been "born" for less than half a day.

Everything was so natural, it just happened.

While Yi Lin was taking a shower, she pondered for twenty minutes, thinking about what opening line to use to start the story of this life.

After much thought, Yi Lin couldn't come up with a perfect answer.

But when Xia Ruxue was nestled in his arms and Yi Lin lowered his head and looked at the trembling shoulders, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart and subconsciously hugged the weak body tightly.
Chapter completed!