Seeing Yiting's appearance, Su Xuan became even more curious and couldn't help but move closer, looking her up and down, raising an eyebrow and saying:
"Oh, do you have any ideas? Tell your senior sister quickly, why are you keeping her in suspense?"
As Su Xuan spoke, she reached out and gently poked Yi Ting's shoulder, her eyes full of inquiry.
Just then, a soft laugh came from nearby. Although the sound was not loud, it seemed particularly abrupt in the silent ice field.
"who!"
The sudden sound made Su Xuan abandon her playful mood, her expression hardening, and her spiritual energy suddenly gathered around her. Her gaze was like lightning, quickly sweeping towards a certain direction where the wind and snow were swirling, and she shouted sharply.
The sound, imbued with spiritual energy, echoed across the icy plains, causing the surrounding snow to fall in a soft rustling.
Looking at Yi Ting behind her, her delicate body trembled violently, her beautiful eyes widened, filled with indescribable astonishment and ecstasy.
That soft laugh touched the softest corner of her heart.
Three years have passed, a full three years. Countless times, that familiar voice has quietly rang out in her long, lonely nights, lingering deep within her dreams.
In every quiet moment, she would sit alone by the window, gazing at the cold, bright moon in the sky, letting her longing completely overwhelm her. In those boundless memories, someone's face was engraved deeply in her heart, impossible to erase.
"master......"
Yi Ting murmured unconsciously, her voice so soft it was almost imperceptible if you didn't listen carefully, yet it was filled with an overwhelming longing. This call carried all her thoughts and feelings from the past three years.
Her eyes were already wet, and at this moment, the wind and snow in front of her became increasingly blurred through the hazy tears. However, her gaze remained fixed on the direction from which the sound came, and her feet unconsciously moved in that direction.
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