'Heh, Lu Ruoxi. Go ahead and be smug for a few more days. After all, you're stuck way out in Dan Yun Pavilion, while I—'
'—get to stay by his side every single day.'
...
...
Pei Yuhang and Lu Ruoxi sat side-by-side on the Immortal Crane's soft back. The biting wind swept past their ears, making their robes flutter.
Pei Yuhang sat ramrod straight, as poised as a pine. He kept his lips pressed together, his gaze fixed on the churning Cloud Sea in the distance, not daring to steal a glance at the beauty beside him.
As the Immortal Crane passed through a thin layer of mist, the distant silhouette of Dan Yun Pavilion gradually sharpened. They could even see the Liuli tiles on its roofs glinting in the morning light and hear the ethereal DING-DONG of the wind chimes hanging from the eaves.
Just then, Lu Ruoxi finally turned her head slightly. Her eyes, as clear as autumn pools, gazed directly at Pei Yuhang as her crimson lips parted.
