"Hmm, yes it is."
Qin Yang nodded, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, looking at Ruan Xinxue: "However, no matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it can't compare to the beauty of Sister Ruan."
"Hehe… Little rascal, your mouth has indeed become sweeter."
Ruan Xinxue's face immediately flushed with a crimson blush, laughing charmingly, her eyes filled with happiness.
The two sat in the Bu Xian Pavilion, admiring the crescent moon in the night sky.
As the night deepened, Ruan Xinxue fell asleep in Qin Yang's arms; he gently stroked her black ink-like hair, his gaze softening even more.
In this lifetime, with Sister Ruan by his side, loneliness would never touch him.
Qin Yang smiled softly, waved his right hand, and a large piece of Spirit Jade floated out from his Storage Bag, resembling a Jade Bed. Qin Yang gently lifted Ruan Xinxue and placed her onto the jade bed, drawing out a thin blanket to cover her.
"I should start cultivating too."
