icker with a hint of loosening, unaware that her hand hidden in her sleeve was tightly clenched."This palace trusts you." It was as if a century had passed before Su Ziyì finally spoke, and with her f...lower doesn't vie with a hundred blossoms, its pale fragrance is the nature of emptiness." 。Even in leisure, the heart feels a chill of loneliness. The wind, by chance, brushes against the hazy veil....