Saying this, he mounted the horse and left without looking back.
On the mountain top, the sword in the hand of the woman in snow attire slightly trembled and loosened. She gazed at the paintings before her. Her eyes swept over to the room beside her, where the walls were covered with portraits, all of them depicting a young man.
However, each had a different posture.
One showed him sitting by a chessboard on the eaves, another showed him roasting at a bonfire, and another depicted him laughing with grease all over his mouth.
These were the images from her memories.
"You will come back...right..."
She gazed at the paintings in the room, murmuring to herself.
Outside Dayu State.
Li Ping'an led his team of trusted aides, who had slain demons, back to Qingzhou.
His expression was gloomy, and he said nothing all the way.
