During the time when Wei Chengyuan completely lost his memory, Gu Lan asked him several times, but no matter what she said, Wei Chengyuan, who complied with her every word, just wouldn't make a move against her.
When he regained his memory some time ago, he either stayed cooped up in his room every day or was entangled by Rong Yunhao to learn swordsmanship, leaving her no time to spar with him.
Until now, Wei Chengyuan accepted the blade handed over by Gu Lan.
"Come."
He looked at Gu Lan and smiled slightly, under his deep brows were a pair of golden eyes.
The next moment, the blade and sword collided, sparking a dazzling flash.
In the winter at Step Lotus Hall, there were no more water lilies, no more little goldfish, only a large open space.
The figures of the two interlaced, one black and one white, like cranes about to soar into the sky.
