In a cave on a desolate mountain.
As soon as Chen An walked in, Jiu Ji's surprised voice came from inside.
"Young Master, you're here?"
Jiu Ji was originally lying on the bed reading in boredom. When she saw Chen An appear at the entrance of the cave, she was overjoyed. She looked like a wife who had been waiting at home for her husband to return for a long time.
Chen An only smiled faintly and sat down on Jiu Ji's bed. He said in a gentle voice, "I didn't bring you any gifts today. I just picked a Purple Sun Flower on the way over. I feel that it suits you quite well."
"What a beautiful flower."
Jiu Ji looked at the Purple Sun Flower that Chen An handed over. Her beautiful and pure face was filled with joy, like a young girl who had just fallen in love and could be easily satisfied.
She took Chen An's flowers and couldn't bear to let go of them. The more she looked at them, the more she liked them.
