The red had dyed the entire icy mountain a gold color, and the moonlight, bright and clear, gradually merged with the rising sunlight, intertwining the glow from the sun and moon.
Everyone held their breath, gazing at the deadly beautiful scene unfolding before them, slowly opening their mouths in awe, eyes shimmering with disbelief.
Li Qingshen was the first to snap back to reality, quickly preparing everyone to capture this miraculous spectacle.
Li Qingshen stood aside, his eyes lingering on the busy group, eventually fixing his gaze on Ling Momo, who was backed by the simultaneous rising sun and moon in the sky.
The girl in the distance was young and vibrant, and despite the exhaustion from the long, bumpy journey, her skin remained surprisingly good, tender and as pale as white jade.
Her beautiful features wore a sweet smile, her head slightly raised, her gaze warm and gentle as if she were thinking of her Secret Love, radiating a kind of light known as "happiness."
