In the sky, as the two approached each other, with a sonorous boom, the person standing on the white jade clouds rapidly descended. Their face had initially held a playful smile, but as they drew closer, their expression suddenly shifted, their eyes growing wider and wider, filled with disbelief.
Shi Wanying followed closely behind, her delicate nose wrinkled in animated concern, yet her rosy lips retained a mature allure, combining youthful charm with a touch of sagacity.
The passage of time paradoxically merged with her unmarred beauty, where each frown and smile radiated with irresistible allure.
"Senior Brother Duan, wait for me..."
But before she could finish her sentence, without even getting to the word "me," she froze, staring blankly at the scene below.
"Ying'er! Ying'er, you've arrived!"
Gu Changhe's voice rang out from below, the tone and words were identical to always.
To her, this greeting was commonplace at every encounter.
