Shen Lang was on the verge of a breakdown. It was the first time she'd discovered that the usually godlike and aloof Immortal Venerable Changfan was actually a chatterbox.
Listening to his obsessive murmuring, she found she didn't have the heart to shatter his beautiful fantasy.
She pursed her lips and chuckled softly. "Alright, whatever you say."
Changfan's eyes lit up, and he chuckled in a low voice. "...I'm so happy."
Shen Lang: "..." She quietly lowered her gaze.
'Happy? It was a happiness she'd traded her own self for.'
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