This time, there was no pledge between the two, meaningless.
There was no need to talk about staying there to start a family and educate children together; Zhao Changhe himself had never planned such things, and roaming together was their chosen path.
When tired of flying, one eventually has to land.
Just like now, resting in his arms, their position hadn't changed from start to finish.
He held her, his chin resting on her shoulder, listening to her imparting knowledge and mentoring, feeling a sense of peace.
She, leaning in his embrace, felt the same tranquility.
"This banquet is really not to my liking, shall we go back after eating our fill?" Yue Hongling muttered absent-mindedly as she stared at the bonfire below, curling her lips in disapproval, "Boring, we might as well go back for Dual Cultivation."
