"Drip..."
From the stalactite that had formed over ten thousand years on the cave ceiling, a droplet of clear water splashed onto the stone floor, creating a burst of ripples.
Tianyan had an instinctive urge to scold the other person angrily, but the moment her red lips parted slightly, she swallowed the words that had reached her mouth.
Faint light filtered in through the entrance of the cave, and the man's unbound hair swayed gently in the breeze, his expression shrouded in the dimness of the backlight.
Given the cultivation of the two, the mere presence of physical light could no longer obstruct their vision.
That's why Tianyan could see the expressions in his eyes so clearly.
From a distance of a dozen steps, the man was as calm as a deep pool, his gaze was as detached as a stranger's path, and the complex emotions of before seemed to be nothing but a brief flash in the pan.
In the wordless exchange of looks, Tianyan subconsciously wanted to look away.
