They chatted for a long time. Everyone had endless things to say.
Wang Ye had carefully prepared gifts for each of his senior sisters.
To his surprise, his four senior sisters had also prepared gifts for him.
It was a feeling of telepathy.
They looked at each other and smiled.
After saying goodbye to his senior sisters, Wang Ye lay on the grass.
The immortal herbs and spiritual plants that Third Senior Sister had personally planted were fragrant and filled with spiritual energy and life energy.
It was very comfortable. It felt as if his soul had returned home.
Although this was not Primordial Star but Yuanlai City, the place with the people he loved was home.
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Lychee Garden Palace, Seven Nights Tower.
Spring rain pattered on the tower all night. The ground was covered in dew.
Qifeng Zhenqing snuggled up next to Wang Ye, her pink cheeks showing the afterglow of the spring rain.
