A gentle voice emanated from the sky, accompanied by a soft melody echoing all around.
"Clouds in the sky reach the mountains, the stone in my heart is higher than the earth!"
Xu Qing was puzzled, the captain was surprised, and as he looked up at the woman in the sky, Wu Jianwu raised his eyebrows and spoke casually.
"Green mountains don't smell the vastness of black paint; the moonlight falls, who knows when?"
"I was impolite; you can call me Yunxia." The middle-aged woman clearly understood Wu Jianwu's poem and replied softly.
This time, it was Wu Jianwu's turn to be stunned.
A gentle breeze blew, causing the green grass on the mountains to sway. The clouds in the sky also seemed to move faster in the wind, rustling the hair of everyone, including stirring Wu Jianwu's heartstrings.
He hadn't expected that there would be someone in this world who could understand his poetry, someone who could appreciate his talents. The sudden appearance of this person took him by surprise.
