The night was as cold as water, and the Cold Moon hanging high in the sky was vague under the lingering clouds. However, there were still a few rays of light that inadvertently shone on them.
It was coated with a layer of Silver Radiance.
holy, beautiful.
Rong Zhan lowered his head slightly and could see the woman who had fallen on him. When he was in danger, she had actually pounced on him just like that to tease him.
Rong Zhan's slender, fair, and well-defined fingers trembled slightly. He wanted to clench his fist, but he let go.
In the end, he gently landed on her back and comforted her along her spine. His arms slowly tightened and he hugged her tightly, wishing that they could be one.
At that moment, all the negative emotions in Rong Zhan's heart disappeared and turned into a warm wind that washed over his heart.
It softened into water.
"Wife Yingluo?"
