The sun was setting in the western sky. The colorful rays of sunlight had illuminated the forest that was situated in the mountainous ravine. The scene was overflowing with brilliant lights and vibrant colors.
Chu Yang was carrying Mo Qingwu in his arms as he walked. There was a smile on his face. It seemed as if this beautiful scene had come straight out of some fairy tale. His black robe was fluttering in the wind. His stature was tall. The red-dressed Mo Qingwu was curled up in his arms.
The sunshine of the horizon was imbuing a golden tinge to the figures of Chu Yang and Mo Qingwu. It seemed like a heartwarming spectacle — at least to Mo Tianji's eyes.
This feeling was so harmonious, and so touching.
