Fang Shuwen stroked Long Qingzhi's head.
"Alright. Once you're at the Saintess Sect, focus on cultivating the Glazed Holy Heart Scripture. If fate allows, we will meet again."
Long Qingzhi bit her lip lightly, then said:
"Brother Fang, can you... can you... hug me?"
Fang Shuwen froze. Looking into her eyes, he finally let out a sigh.
He reached out and drew her into his arms, patting her back comfortingly.
Long Qingzhi rested her face against Fang Shuwen's chest, her arms wrapped around his waist.
Fang Qingyi watched quietly, neither hurrying them nor turning away.
A moment later, Long Qingzhi gave Fang Shuwen one last, tight hug. She took a deep breath, then looked up at him.
"Brother Fang, what you said just now was wrong."
"What did I say?"
"Whether fate allows it or not, we will meet again."
Long Qingzhi's words were powerful and bold.
Fang Shuwen stood there, stunned. Long Qingzhi had already walked over to Fang Qingyi's side.
"Sister, I'm ready."
"Mm."
