If I don't leave now, I fear I'll never be able to leave in this lifetime.
"Young Master Jiang, let's spar another time, I... I'm a bit tired, I'll be going first."
A dark shadow immediately sprang from the inn, for he could feel a pair of eyes piercingly staring at him from behind, that intense oppressive feeling made his skin crawl.
Finally, the world quieted down.
Two cups of clear tea, two lanterns, two young people in their twenties, the longing of two years apart.
No matter how thick-skinned one is, in front of their beloved, one always wants to showcase their most perfect and exceptional self. Childhood sweethearts are indeed memorable, but a woman who shares hardships with you holds an irreplaceable position.
From the moment Cen Yueyue risked her life to embrace him and used the flying sword to drag him out of danger, he had already made a judgment in his heart, it was just that someone always liked to lie to themselves.
