Chen Yi had not thought of Lou Yuxue for a long time.
So much had happened lately that he had had no time to spare for anything else.
During that time, he had watched White Immortal and Snow Sword Lord spar, gone to Monkey Mountain to help Xiao Wan'er build Dragon Field Academy, visited Mengshui Pass, Hanxu Pass, and the Tea Horse Road, and even made a trip to the Barbarian Tribe to rescue Xiao Fengchun and Fu Wanqing...
His footsteps could be said to have covered the lands south of the Central Plains.
Only north had he never gone.
He reckoned he would have no such opportunity in the future, either.
Chen Yi gazed at the shop sign that seemed like a child's joke. A hazy light glimmered, as though reflecting the silhouette of a woman bent over grinding tofu. A faint sigh stirred in his heart. "Flowers crowd the southern lands, frost blankets the north; no way in this life to share the setting sun."
"Deep in the night, I suddenly recall the snow before her tower, still shining with the old tears of one who parted."
The sunlight was warm, yet his heart felt a little cold.
Sometimes, the sorrow of parting came for no reason at all.
Chen Yi withdrew his gaze and smiled at Xiao Wan'er. "The weather's so nice. Why don't we have lunch out?"
Xiao Wan'er nodded, looked around, and pointed at the three-story wooden building ahead. "Then let's go to Yingchun Tower. I wonder if they still have osmanthus cakes."
"If you want some, I'll have Xiao Die tell the kitchen when we get back."
"There's no need for all that trouble..."
Looking at Yingchun Tower, Xiao Wan'er remembered what Chen Yi had been like when he first arrived in Shuzhou.
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