He reached out to her, a completely defenseless gesture, and chuckled lightly: "Come."
His handsome face held a smile, his voice clear and gentle: "Come to me, I'm right here, allowing you to act recklessly."
He fell onto a verdant meadow, his appearance refined and elegant, particularly those clear eyes, as if washed by a fresh rain, inexplicably alluring atop this wind-stricken peak.
Yin Baishuang's heart fell to the ground with a thud; before she could pick it up, she was inexplicably pulled over, along with her heart.
Her waist was pulled by his arm, he called her to come, and she did.
Thinking of leaving now would not be an easy matter.
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...
A ray of dawn broke at the sky's edge, casting light onto the mysterious realm born from the ancient towering dynasty, thin as mist and mirage.
