"Achoo..."
"Achoo!"
Gu Shen sneezed twice in a row.
"A curse if once, longing if twice... someone is thinking of you."
Through the Spiritual Link, Chu Ling's voice rang out, aptly adding, "That person isn't me."
Was there such a thing?
Gu Shen looked somewhat bemused as he rubbed his nose.
He pushed open the courtyard door, and a spring breeze kissed his face.
After several heavy snowfalls, Changye finally bid farewell to the harsh winter. The layers of snow thawed, willow trees sprouted buds, from winter to spring, all was lush and birdsong filled the February air—indeed, a perfect time for Meditation. During this period, Spring Rain Temple finally had some peace. Surely nobody should be thinking of him?
Snow Forbidden City had been abuzz these past few days.
The yearly battle for newcomers was about to commence.
