"Little Luo, it's been a while."
The sea of clouds seemed to part as if blown by a gentle wind. Yan walked up to her, tall and elegant, with a cool, otherworldly air. His ink-black eyes reflected the clear, pale moonlight, yet they also seemed to hold a flicker of apprehension.
Sang Luo was dressed in a loose, lotus-pink robe, looking elegant and understated, yet exuding a gentle charm that was utterly captivating.
She tilted her head back to look at Yan, her lips curling into a faint smile. "Lord Divine Venerate, you invited me to a clandestine midnight meeting. Is there something you need? Anyone who didn't know better might think you missed me."
"I did miss you," he murmured.
Sang Luo froze.
Yan took out a Brocade Wooden Box and handed it to her. "Regarding what happened back then, I was the one in the wrong. This is what I promised you. Please, take it as a peace offering."
