Inside the flower-blooming valley, two small streams crossed each other while birds sang. Although this place didn't have a star or a moon, it was illuminated and it felt like spring.
"You knew there was a ninety percent chance that it died. Why did you return?" Xia Xin Yan and Shi Yan held hands, whispering to each other.
"Didn't ask for a reason. I don't care about your Windstorm War Department. I asked you to leave with me and you jumped in directly. Why did you do that?" Shi Yan chuckled, his eyes brilliant.
The two of them fell in a short silence before bursting out with laughter. They understood each other enough so they didn't need to express with words.
