As she walked down the streets side by side with the Moon Supreme Lord, Xueyao could no longer ignore this biting feeling of guilt. She could not tell the reason for it and why she was feeling so bad about herself.
The cooling evening breeze blew past them as the streets got more livelier than yesterday. People were busy purchasing what resembled those prayer lanterns she remembered very well in the mortal realm and everyone looked so happy and satisfied living here.
''I hope your arm doesn't hurt anymore.''
Xueyao turned to look at the semi-immortal accompanying her on this evening stroll, ''Hmm?''
''If it still hurts, can we return and call the physicians to look at it?'' He suggested in that adorable way only unique to him and Xueyao didn't know what else to say to convince them that she was fine.
''Don't worry, yourself, Your Supreme. I am alright.''
A faint blush dusted his pale cheeks as she regarded him as 'Your Supreme.'
