Long, gentle fingers traced across her face. Listening to Zhen Chuan's tender words and gazing at his handsome visage, all of Ding Yu's grievances dissipated, replaced by a sweet smile toward this man. With him by her side, just seeing him made her forget the pain of the injuries caused by Shi Feng's attack, as if she'd forgotten them in this moment.
"A pair of disgusting lovebirds, go to hell!" From afar, an icy voice shattered the warm and sweet scene—through the void, a massive wave of white Sword Qi appeared, slashing fiercely at the two still lost in love.
"Wait for me," Zhen Chuan said confidently to Ding Yu, even in this situation.
"Mhm!" Ding Yu looked at him, gently nodding her head obediently. In front of this man, the lady known as a genius was like a tame little kitten, softly advising, "Be careful, he's tricky."
