Tuoba Yu spoke with utter sincerity, and Chen Feng harbored no doubts.
This woman, who had suffered injuries, truly wanted to settle down.
After dinner, Chen Feng took Tuoba Yu for a walk in the streets, chatting and laughing. Tuoba Yu's mood kept improving, as if she had returned to her girlhood.
Chen Feng looked at her and sighed inwardly.
Even cultivators in this world merely had fleeting lifespans of around a hundred years, unlike those on Earth.
On Earth, the lifespans of cultivators extended with their cultivation level, even reaching immortality.
But here it was different; here, cultivators could not reverse their fate.
Therefore, Tuoba Yu did not want to dwell too much on all the joys and sorrows.
"Tuoba Yu, where else would you like to go? I'm free today; I can keep you company," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Calling me by my name feels strange. How about this, you can call me Yu'er or Xiao Yu, okay?"
Tuoba Yu's tone was one of negotiation with Chen Feng.
