The next morning, it snowed heavily.

After Xia Yan woke up, the palace maids of the "Deep Palace Long Sleeve" went in to serve him to dress and eat.

Sitting in the Imperial Palace, let the door open, and look at the silver-clad outside the door, and the ironclad forbidden army patrolling in an orderly manner...

Xia Yan had a feeling of relaxation.

In an instant, seven years, the passing is really grinding.

When you come here again, you have a sense of the vicissitudes of revisiting.

and a lightness of the heart

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