C109 Dreaming of acacia

In a valley in Clouds Sect that was filled with flowers, there was a small bamboo house. The bamboo house was burning with fragrance, and there was a zither on the table.

Tang Xiaoting sat there alone and gently played the zither. The zither music lingered, it was filled with the meaning of love, and Zhao Yiming's image appeared in her mind once again.

She let out a long sigh