"Achoo!"
In a certain hotel.
Room 404, in the bathroom, Xu Yang suddenly sneezed.
While squatting down, Wan Qian looked up with big watery eyes at Xu Yang, concerned, she asked: "Did you catch a cold?"
"How could I, a cultivator in Divine Transcendence Realm, catch a cold?"
Xu Yang laughed, pushed Wan Qian's head back down, and said: "Maybe someone is thinking of me again... I've been sneezing a lot these days, and I've grown accustomed to it!"
Not until around 9 o'clock the next morning did the two snuggle downstairs.
After checking out, they casually walked into a breakfast shop.
As they were eating breakfast, Xu Yang asked: "Wan Qian, what are your plans now? Will you continue running your clinic?"
"No."
Wan Qian shook her head and said, "Actually, ever since I saw my late grandpa last time, I've been thinking about closing the clinic. In the future, I want to practice martial arts!"
"Martial arts?"
