"Elder … Elder Cousin?"
Yang Zhen's face held a melodramatic expression, the grief of being 'forgotten' by his cousin was all too real, even the woman in white seemed a bit hesitant and murmured to herself in confusion.
"Do you remember?" A hint of surprise flashed across Yang Zhen's face, and he quickly stepped forward, gripping the woman in white's hand with agitation and gentleness.
"You've finally remembered. You once said that when your cultivation is successful, you'll return to Tie Ling to marry me. I've been waiting for you for ten years, my mind filled with memories of our happy times together—cousins in the day, and at night … I mean, I will never let you leave me again. Starting today, I'll always be by your side."
