Di Yao slightly raised her head. It was snowing. ...
A flicker of disappointment crossed Di Yao's eyes: “Wei Xunzhou, don't you have anything else to say to me?”
“After we return, I will separate you from your demon body and escort you to the bridge.”
“And then? Then we'll have nothing more to do with each other? If you're so eager to send me away, then the moon on Mid-Autumn Festival night... forget it.”
Wei Xunzhou's gaze darkened. He looked at Di Yao, but remained silent.
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