"Now, of course, I must properly celebrate my senior sister." Lu Qian smiled, clutching Jiang Qingfeng's delicate hand, "From now on, senior sister, you need not belittle yourself all day long."
"Even if we give up cultivation from now on, we still have over three hundred years to be together."
Jiang Qingfeng's eyes sparkled, her heart filled with sweetness, and she whispered, "I'm afraid that it's too long, and you'll grow tired of looking at me."
Lu Qian shook his head, "Without senior sister by my side, even with a thousand years and eternal life, alone and solitary, what meaning would it have?"
Little did he know that not confessing his heart might have been better. This heartfelt confession made Jiang Qingfeng give him a playful glare: "Without me, it's no big deal; you still have Fairy Jingxia to accompany you."
