Cun Ding was placed in a corner of the room at will, because Huo Junyuan had to teach important methods these days, so Song Ying'er often stayed inside all night.

After a long week of heavenly qi, Fang Ling woke up from a state of concentration, his eyes were not opened, but he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, this fragrance was as pure as snow, it seemed to be nothing, and there was no trace.

Fang Ling suddenly showed a thick smile, opened his eyes, and saw a woman in white standing in front of the window, under the moonlight, reflecting the carved face of that day, white-clothed Shengxue, temperament like a fairy, it was Xiao Xue who had not been seen for three years.