Snow Color

But now, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began to meditate. She had to concentrate on cultivating her inner strength to ensure that she could maintain sufficient physical and mental strength in the morning.

Because she has not forgotten that after the siege of Guangmingding tomorrow, she may encounter enemies sent by Zhao Min on the way down the mountain. In order to deal with potential dangers, Zhiruo decided to improve her martial arts skills during this period to prevent any unexpected events. Only in this way can she better protect herself and the people around her.

As time went by, Zhiruo was immersed in the circulation of her inner strength, with the aura flowing around her body. Her mind gradually calmed down, and her thinking became clearer and sharper.

In the early morning, the sun shone through the window onto Zhiruo's face, and she slowly woke up. After staying in the room for a while, there was a gentle knock on the door. Zhiruo knew that it must be Song Qingshu who came to see her, so she quickly packed her things and picked up her sword to go out to greet him.

When she opened the door, a fresh and familiar breath hit her. Song Qingshu was standing at the door, looking at her with a smile. Zhiruo also smiled back: "Good morning, Brother Song!"

Song Qingshu responded softly, "Good morning, Zhiruo. I came here specially to ask you to go downstairs for breakfast together." After saying that, he stepped aside and asked Zhiruo to go out first.

Zhiruo walked out of the room with light steps and closed the door. The two walked side by side and walked down the stairs to the first floor hall. They searched and searched, and finally found an empty table and sat down.

As soon as they sat down, Song Qingshu enthusiastically called the waiter to come over to take the order. He turned to Zhiruo and said, "Zhiruo, do you have any favorite food? The signature soup dumplings of this inn taste quite good, would you like to try it?" In order to prevent Zhiruo from being hesitant or not knowing how to choose, Song Qingshu also emphasized that soup dumplings are one of the specialties of the restaurant.

Zhiruo was very confused and didn't know what to do for a moment. Just as she was hesitating, she suddenly heard a voice beside her: "Do you want to try the xiaolongbao? It tastes pretty good."

She turned to look at the person who was talking. It turned out to be Song Qingshu. He looked at her with a smile, and there was a hint of concern in his eyes. Zhiruo thought, if that's the case, then let's listen to his advice.

So, Zhiruo nodded and said softly, "Then let's have some steamed dumplings." Upon hearing that, Song Qingshu immediately ordered the waiter, "Okay, bring me four plates of steamed dumplings and two plates of side dishes." The waiter responded and hurried away to prepare the dishes.

While waiting for the food to be served, the two chatted. The topics ranged from interesting stories in the underworld to the philosophy of life. Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the dumplings and side dishes were already on the table. They devoured the delicious breakfast.

After eating and drinking, Zhiruo felt a little sleepy, so she suggested taking a rest downstairs. Song Qingshu naturally had no objection, so the two found a quiet corner and sat down.

Not long after, Zhiruo stretched, stood up and said, "Brother Song, I want to go out for a walk and practice sword skills." She gently picked up the long sword on the table with her right hand, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.

"Then I'll go with you. I can also practice martial arts there." When Song Qingshu heard this, he suddenly felt a little reluctant. He really didn't want to be separated from Zhou Zhiruo, so he quickly opened his mouth and made a suggestion.