“Let’s stop here.” Wen Mingyu turned around, bent down, and took out a Cold Spirit Fruit from her bosom, handing it to Tang Muxi.
Tang Muxi was still immersed in the legend of the Zhan, and was momentarily stunned when she saw this. It took her a while to slowly take it and ask, “Sister Mingyu? What’s this for?” Why give this out of the blue?
Wen Mingyu smiled casually and said, “This is something Bai Ling specifically left for you, entrusted to me to deliver, saying she’s afraid you’ll forget her.”
Bai Ling had been living quite comfortably...
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