Sun Zhe could tell Long Youyou's words were heartfelt, and he suddenly felt like crying, secretly sighing with relief that he had finally met someone with a conscience.
The past two days of hellish torment were indeed agonizing, but now it seemed to have been worthwhile.
Long Youyou lifted her jade hand, tucking a few strands of wind-blown hair behind her ear, and turned to look at Sun Zhe, who was half-kneeling on the ground.
Sun Zhe looked up and met her gaze, his heart completely calm.
A beauty like Long Youyou, unmatched in the mortal world, would dazzle anyone who saw her, yet Sun Zhe felt nothing; he was more serious than Tang Monk, without even a hint of impure thoughts.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Long Youyou couldn't help but burst into laughter suddenly.
